Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.

And if you would know God, be not therefore a solver of riddles. Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children.

I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing in life is that our souls remain hovering over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves. I am one of those who remembers those places regardless of distance or time.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

Some think I wink at them when I shut my eyes to avoid their sight.