Let there be spaces in your togetherness...just as strings of a lute dance alone though they quiver with the same music.

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Wit is often a mask. If you tear it you will find either genius irritated or cleverness juggling.

The snow and the storm destroy the flower; but its seed they cannot kill.

Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

For the vision of one man lends not its wings to another man.