And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

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

If winter should say, 'Spring is in my heart,' who would believe winter?

A hermit is one who renounces the world of fragments that he may enjoy the world wholly and without interruption.

He is short-sighted who looks only on the path he treads and the wall on which he leans.

Vague and nebulous is the beginning of all things, but not their end.

Many are the fools who say that Jesus stood in His own path and opposed Himself; that He knew not His own mind, and in the absence of that knowledge confounded Himself.