The biggest thing in today's sorrow is the memory of yesterday's joy.
He who passes not his days in the realm of dreams is the slave of the days.
The reality of the other person is not in what he reveals to you, but in what he cannot reveal to you. Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says but rather to what he does not say.
The truly good is he who is one with all those who are deemed bad.
Remembrance is a form of meeting.
Tell your secret to the wind, but don't blame it for telling the trees.