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

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

Sit by me, my beloved, and listen to my heart; smile, for your happiness is a symbol of our future.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

Let ignorance reproduce itself until it is weary of its own offspring.

Love prides itself not only in the one who loves, but also in the beloved.

I learnt silence from the talkative