When you are sorrowful, look again.

My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me to love what the people abhor and to show good will toward the one they hate. It showed me that Love is a property not of the lover but of the beloved. Before my Soul taught me, Love was for me a delicate thread stretched between two adjacent pegs, but now it has been transformed into a halo; its first is its last, and its last is its first. It encompasses every being, slowly expanding to embrace all that ever will be.

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.

If I accept the sunshine and warmth, then I must also accept the thunder and lightning.

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.