Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.

To belittle, you have to be little.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.

The earth is like a beautiful bride who needs no manmade jewels to heighten her loveliness.

Know, therefore, that from the greater silence I shall return... Forget not that I shall come back to you... A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.