All can hear, but only the sensitive can understand.
He who passes not his days in the realm of dreams is the slave of the days.
He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.
Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?
When life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.
Your house is your larger body. It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless. Does not your house dream, and dreaming, leave the city for grove or hilltop?