The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. "In return for the odor of my jasmine, I'd like all the odor of your roses." "I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead." "Well then, I'll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain." the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: "What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?

I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers.

The absence of vices adds so little to the sum of one's virtues.

Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - That it was God I had here inside my heart.

Mankind owns four things that are no good at sea: rudder, anchor, oars and the fear of going down.

Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits

The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. "In return for the odor of my jasmine, I'd like all the odor of your roses." "I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead." "Well then, I'll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain." the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: "What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?