I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.

Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.

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

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

Should we all confess our sins to one another we would all laugh at one another for our lack of originality

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?