What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?

When you see a man led to prison say in your heart, "Mayhap he is escaping from a narrower prison." And when you see a man drunken say in your heart, "Mayhap he sought escape from something still more unbeautiful.

A minute moving among the patterns of beauty and the dreams of love is greater and more precious than an age filled with splendor granted by the weak to the strong.

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

Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.

Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.

Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.