And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless? But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons, And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

They consider me to have sharp and penetrating vision because I see them through the mesh of a sieve.

If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.

He alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.