The mute grain turns to love songs when swallowed by the nightingale.

God has given you a spirit with wings on which to soar into the spacious firmament of Love and Freedom. Is it not pitiful than that you cut your wings with your own hands and suffer your soul to crawl like an insect upon the earth?

A truly religious man does not embrace a religion; and he who embraces one has no religion.

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

Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.

Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears. Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul, whose nourishment is the heart, whose wine is affection. Poetry that comes not in this form is a false messiah.

Limited love asks for possession of the beloved, but the unlimited asks only for itself.