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.

We are limited, not by our abilities, but by our vision.

The longing for paradise is paradise itself.

you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?

A hermit is one who renounces the world of fragments that he may enjoy the world wholly and without interruption.

Reason is not like the goods sold in the market places--the more plentiful they are, the less they are worth. Reason's worth waxes with her abundance. But were she sold in the market, it is only the wise man who would understand her true value.

He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.