If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

Women opened the windows of my eyes and the doors of my spirit. Had it not been for the woman-mother, the woman-sister, and the woman-friend, I would have been sleeping among those who seek the tranquility of the world with their snoring.

The heart's affections are divided like the branches of the cedar tree; if the tree loses one strong branch; it will suffer but it does not die; it will pour all its vitality into the next branch so that it will grow and fill the empty place.

Be like a flower and turn your face to the sun.

You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.

Love prides itself not only in the one who loves, but also in the beloved.