Love is the veil between lover and lover.

Love is trembling happiness.

There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.

Tears have cleansed my eyes, and errors have taught me the language of the hearts.

When life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.

Words are timeless. You should utter them or write them with a knowledge of their timelessness.

Who can depart from his pain and aloneness without regret? Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache. It is not a garment I cast off this day, bit a skin that I tear with my own hands... Yet I cannot tarry longer.