Art arises when the secret vision of the artist and the manifestation of nature agree to find new shapes.

You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving." The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.

Fear of the devil is one way of doubting God.

The mute grain turns to love songs when swallowed by the nightingale.

When you reach the heart of life you shall find beauty in all things, even in the eyes that are blind to beauty.

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.

And God said, Love your enemy, & I obeyed Him & loved myself.