Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.

Where are you now, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience?