Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the center of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

He who passes not his days in the realm of dreams is the slave of the days.

And one of the elders of the city , said , speak to us of good and evil. And he answered : You are good in countless ways , and you are not evil when you are not good .

Do not fear the thorns in your path, for they draw only corrupt blood.

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.

life unfolds itself in mysteries ways.