In the autumn I gathered all my sorrows and buried them in my garden. And when April returned and spring came to wed the earth, there grew in my garden beautiful flowers unlike all other flowers. And my neighbors came to behold them, and they all said to me, "When autumn comes again, at seeding time, will you not give us of the seeds of these flowers that we may have them in our gardens?"

How distant I am from people when I am with them, and how close when they are far away.

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.

When you feel Jealousy is a sign that Love should have each other

They have exiled me now from their society and I am pleased, because humanity does not exile except the one whose noble spirit rebels against despotism and oppression. He who does not prefer exile to slavery is not free by any measure of freedom

But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

You may strive to be like them but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.