The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it.

Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.

The love of a parent for a child is the love that should grow towards separation.

Believing is a fine thing, but placing those beliefs into execution is a test of strength. Many are those who talk like the roar of the sea, gut their lives are shallow and stagnant, like the rotting marshes. Many are those who lift their heads above the mountain tops, but their spirits remain dormant in the obscurity of the caverns.

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days. Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

The silence of the envious is too noisy.

To know the pain of too much tenderness