Greatness is always built on this foundation: the ability to appear, speak and act, as the most common man.

I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.

One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.

All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.

The small man builds cages for everyone he knows While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

Everyone Is God speaking. Why not be polite and Listen to Him?

Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.