The heart's affections are divided like the branches of the cedar tree; if the tree loses one strong branch; it will suffer but it does not die; it will pour all its vitality into the next branch so that it will grow and fill the empty place.

For love is sufficient unto love.

The true wealth of a nation lies not in it's gold or silver but in it's learning, wisdom and in the uprightness of its sons.

Life is weaker than Death and Death is weaker than Truth.

The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.

Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem

There is a desire deep within the soul which drives man from the seen to the unseen, to philosophy and to the divine.