joy and sorrow are inseparable. . . together they come and when one sits alone with you . . remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

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.

He who is more mindful of one, loses the love and the faith of both.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

When life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.

I discovered the secret of the sea in meditation upon a dewdrop.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond.