As long as in love there is "you" and "me," love is not fully kindled.
All that produces longing in the heart deprives it of its freedom.
Music seems to be the bridge over the gulf between form and the formless.
The soul is covered by a thousand veils.
Silence is the adornment of the wise, and for the foolish the only dignity possible.
The man who tries to prove his belief superior to the faith of another, does not know the meaning of religion.