I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.

The envier praises me unknowingly.

Let there be spaces in your togetherness...just as strings of a lute dance alone though they quiver with the same music.

Perhaps time’s definition of coal is the diamond.

Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.