And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

Often times I have hated in self-defense; if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days. Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love descends upon our souls by the will of God and not by the demand or the plea of the individual.

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.

Wit is often a mask. If you tear it you will find either genius irritated or cleverness juggling.

Prayer is the song of the heart. It reaches the ear of God even if it is mingled with the cry and the tumult of a thousand men.