And when one of you falls down he falls for those behind him, a caution against the stumbling stone. Ay, and he falls for those ahead of him, who though faster and surer of foot, yet removed not the stumbling stone.

Love is the gentle smile upon the lips of beauty.

A traveller I am, and a navigator, and everyday I discover a new region within my soul.

Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.

Verily the kindness that gazes upon itself in a mirror turns to stone, and a good deed that calls itself by tender names becomes the parent to a curse.

Tell your secret to the wind, but don't blame it for telling the trees.