One may not reach the dawn save by path of night.

And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in drunkenness. But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement. They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest of a summer.

For a love to grow through the test of everyday living, one must respect that zone of privacy where one retires to relate to the inside instead of the outside.

Tell your secret to the wind, but don't blame it for telling the trees.

They tell me: If you see a slave sleeping, do not wake him lest he be dreaming of freedom. I tell them: If you see a slave sleeping, wake him and explain to him freedom.

The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it.

We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.