Love provided me with a tongue and tears.

Yet has not Man wept at the sounds? And are not his tears eloquent understanding?

Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

The bird has an honor that man does not have. Man lives in the traps of his abdicated laws and traditions; but the birds live according to the natural law of God who causes the earth to turn around the sun.

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

If winter should say, 'Spring is in my heart,' who would believe winter?