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

Life is the path you beat while you walk it.

The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.

And to walk through life in dreams out of love for the hand that guides us.

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

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?

Don't try to rush things: for the cup to run over, it must first be filled.