And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you? You who travel with the wind, what weathervane shall direct your course? What man's law shall bind you if you break your yoke but upon no man's prison door? What laws shall you fear if you dance but stumble against no man's iron chains? And who is he that shall bring you to judgment if you tear off your garment yet leave it in no man's path? People of Orphalese, you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?

Our anxiety does not come from thinking about the future, but from wanting to control it.

The creator gives no heed to the critic unless he becomes a barren inventor.

For this I bless you most. You give much and know not that you give at all.

Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons

The only time a juggler / Appeals to me / Is when I see him / Miss the ball.