Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.

The feelings we live through in love and in loneliness are simply, for us, what high tide and low tide are to the sea.

Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.

The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

Often times I have hated in self-defense; if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.

He alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

When a man's hand touches the hand of a woman, they both touch the heart of eternity.