Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.

Let your best be for your friend.

Women opened the windows of my eyes and the doors of my spirit. Had it not been for the woman-mother, the woman-sister, and the woman-friend, I would have been sleeping among those who seek the tranquility of the world with their snoring.

In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn.

If the other person injures you, you may forget the injury; but if you injure him you will always remember.

Do not fear the thorns in your path, for they draw only corrupt blood.

You are not enclosed within your bodies, nor confined to houses or fields. That which is you dwells above the mountain and roves with the wind.