Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.
Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
He who requires urging to do a noble act will never accomplish it.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.