The longing for paradise is paradise itself.

You work that you may keep peace with the earth and the soul of the earth.

Marriage is like a temple resting on two pillars. If they come too close to each other the temple will collapse.

When you are sorrowful, look again.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Hearts united in pain and sorrow will not be separated by joy and happiness. Bonds that are woven in sadness are stronger than the ties of joy and pleasure. Love that is washed by tears will remain eternally pure and faithful.

The ageless melody, unheard, heals; the healing vision, unseen, leads; the true leaders, immortal, know...