Your heart is not living intil it has experienced pain... the pain of love breaks open the heart, even if it is as hard as a rock.

Among all the valuable things of this world, the word is the most precious. For in the word one can find a light which gems and jewels do not possess; a word may contain so much life that it can heal the wounds of the heart. Therefore, poetry in which the soul is expressed is as living as a human being. The greatest reward that God bestows on man is eloquence and poetry. This is not an exaggeration, for it is the gift of the poet that culminates, in time, with the gift of prophecy.

To make a friend, forgiveness is required which burns up all things, leaving only beauty; but to destroy friendship is easy.

Instead of lamenting your fate, create your world.

Each individual composes the music of his own life. If he injures another, he brings disharmony. When his sphere is disturbed, he is disturbed himself, and there is a discord in the melody of his life. If he can quicken the feeling of another to joy or to gratitude, by that much he adds to his own life; he becomes himself by that much more alive. Whether conscious of it or not, his thought is affected for the better by the joy or gratitude of another, and his power and vitality increase thereby, and the music of his life grows more in harmony.

Death is the tax the soul has to pay for having a name and a form.

As long as in love there is "you" and "me," love is not fully kindled.