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.

We are limited, not by our abilities, but by our vision.

Truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness.

Saying this, he turned his head toward the window as if he were trying to solve the problems of human existence by concentrating on the beauty of the universe.

There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.