I Will Be Waiting Here....

Who Says The Eternal Being Does Not Exist? Who Says The Sun Has Gone Out? Someone Who Climbs Up On The Roof And Closes His Eyes Tight, And Says, I Don't See Anything.

You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.

The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is From You; You Should Regard Both These As One.

In Silence There Is Eloquence.

Shut Your Eyes So The Heart May Become Your Eye, And With That Vision Look Upon Another World. If You Can Step Away From Your Need For Self-approval, All That You Do, Top To Bottom, Will Be Approved.