I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange.

Those to whom worshiping is a window, to open but also to shut, have not yet visited the house of their souls whose windows are open from dawn to dawn.

A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland.

Reason without learning is like the untilled soil, or like the human body that lacks nourishment.

He that tries to seize an opportunity after it has passed him by is like one who sees it approach but will not go to meet it.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Happiness is a vine that takes root and grows within the heart, never outside it.