There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

To know the pain of too much tenderness

Why dispute what we shall be, when we know not even what we are.

The chemist who can extract from his heart's elements compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love

Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.

And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart: Your seeds shall live in my body, And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart, And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.

You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun.