Love that does not renew itself every day becomes a habit and in turn a slavery.

Generosity is not giving me that which I need more than you do, but it is giving me that which you need more than I do.

We fear death, yet we long for slumber and beautiful dreams.

you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?

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

My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear — a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.

The feelings we live through in love and in loneliness are simply, for us, what high tide and low tide are to the sea.