When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

Reason without learning is like the untilled soil, or like the human body that lacks nourishment.

To be able to look back upon ones life in satisfaction, is to live twice.

A minute moving among the patterns of beauty and the dreams of love is greater and more precious than an age filled with splendor granted by the weak to the strong.

The very strength that protects the heart from injury is the strength that prevents the heart from enlarging to its intended greatness within. The song of the voice is sweet, but the song of the heart is the pure voice of heaven.

And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree.