Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me? A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?

The mute grain turns to love songs when swallowed by the nightingale.

And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

You have your ideology and I have mine.

To be closer to god, be closer to people.

He who understands you is greater kin to you than your own brother. For even your own kindred neither understand you nor know your true worth.

I would not exchange the laughter of my heart for the fortunes of the multitudes; nor would I be content with converting my tears, invited by my agonized self, into calm. It is my fervent hope that my whole life on this earth will ever be tears and laughter. Tears that purify my heart and reveal to me the secret of life and its mystery, Laughter that brings me closer to my fellow men; Tears with which I join the broken-hearted, Laugher that symbolizes joy over my very existence.