We are the sons of Sorrow; we are the poets and the prophets and the musicians.

For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.

Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.

There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.

We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.

Poverty hides itself in thought before it surrenders to purses.

Friendship with the ignorant is as foolish as arguing with a drunkard.