When you are born, your work is placed in your heart.

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.

To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to.

As one's gifts increase, his friends decrease.

The snow and the storm destroy the flower; but its seed they cannot kill.

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?

Life is but a sleep disturbed by dreaming, prompted by the will; the saddened soul with sadness hides it's secrets, and the gay, with thrill.