A fox looked at his shadow at sunrise and said, “I will have a camel for lunch today.” And all morning he went about looking for camels. But at noon he saw his shadow again-and he said, “A mouse will do.

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

Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches; yet it sends our living roots deeper into the living heart of the living earth.

It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.

My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.

Perhaps a man may commit suicide in self-defense.