Yet has not Man wept at the sounds? And are not his tears eloquent understanding?

The tiny flame that lights up the human heart is like a blazing torch that comes down from heaven to light up the paths of mankind. For in one soul are contained the hopes and feelings of all Mankind.

The longing for paradise is paradise itself.

Everyone has experienced that truth: that love, like a running brook, is disregarded, taken for granted; but when the brook freezes over, then people begin to remember how it was when it ran, and they want it to run again.

Vague and nebulous is the beginning of all things, but not their end.

Say not, I have found the path of the soul Say rather, I have met the soul walking upon my path.

If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more,we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song. And if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky.