There is a desire deep within the soul which drives man from the seen to the unseen, to philosophy and to the divine.

Saying this, he turned his head toward the window as if he were trying to solve the problems of human existence by concentrating on the beauty of the universe.

Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me? A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you.

Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.

Tortoises can tell you more about the road than hares.