When I planted my pain in the field of patience it bore fruit of happiness.

A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?

Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found a treasure?

I have passed the mountain peak and my soul is soaring in the firmament of Complete and unbounded freedom; I am in comfort, I am in peace.

Love has the power that dispels death; charm that conquers the enemy.

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?