For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

Now let us play hide and seek. Should you hide in my heart it would not be difficult to find you. But should you hide behind your own shell, then it would be useless for anyone to seek you.

A teacher can only lead you to the threshold of your own mind.

If winter should say, 'Spring is in my heart,' who would believe winter?

Often times I have hated in self-defense; if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.

And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.

Because the soul is like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes, and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night.