My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.

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

A man's true wealth is the good he does in the world.

Follow your heart. Your heart is the right guide in everything big. Mine is so limited. What you want to do is determined by that divine element that is in each of us.

One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.

Let there be spaces in your togetherness...just as strings of a lute dance alone though they quiver with the same music.

There are those who give little of the much which they have - and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.