Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.
There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
Tears have cleansed my eyes, and errors have taught me the language of the hearts.
The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing in life is that our souls remain hovering over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves. I am one of those who remembers those places regardless of distance or time.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
The significance of a man is not in what he attains, but rather what he longs to attain.