Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.
When you see a man led to prison say in your heart, "Mayhap he is escaping from a narrower prison." And when you see a man drunken say in your heart, "Mayhap he sought escape from something still more unbeautiful.
Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.
Love is the gentle smile upon the lips of beauty.
The shepherd will deny the diseased lamb in fear of the flock.
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.