Your reason and your passion are your rudder and sails of your seafaring soul, if either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

Wailing and lamentation befit those who stand before the throne of life and depart without leaving in its hands a drop of the sweat of their brows or the blood of their hearts.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy

Poverty hides itself in thought before it surrenders to purses.

The ageless melody, unheard, heals; the healing vision, unseen, leads; the true leaders, immortal, know...

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

A root is a flower that disdains fame.