You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.

I have passed the mountain peak and my soul is soaring in the firmament of Complete and unbounded freedom; I am in comfort, I am in peace.

The biggest thing in today's sorrow is the memory of yesterday's joy.

An eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind.

Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches; yet it sends our living roots deeper into the living heart of the living earth.

Which of you would be silent - when all else sings together in unison?

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.