Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.

Even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you, so the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the lowest which is in you also.

For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.

The love of a parent for a child is the love that should grow towards separation.

Let your home be you mast and not your anchor.

In battling evil, excess is good; for he who is moderate in announcing the truth is presenting half-truth. He conceals the other half out of fear of people's wrath.

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.