How narrow is the vision that exalts the busyness of the ant above the singing of the grasshopper.

The longing for paradise is paradise itself.

The snow and the storm destroy the flower; but its seed they cannot kill.

The reality of the other person is not in what he reveals to you, but in what he cannot reveal to you. Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says but rather to what he does not say.

When life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.

We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting

Then it is also in my heart to be worthy of your hate.