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

Happiness is a vine that takes root and grows within the heart, never outside it.

Love is a gracious host to his guests though to the unbidden his house is a mirage and a mockery.

God created music as a common language for all men. It inspires the poets, the composers and the architects. It lures us to search our souls for the meaning of the mysteries described in ancient books.

The silence of the envious is too noisy.

I have never agreed with my other self wholly. The truth of the matter seems to lie between us.

you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?