The teacher gives not of his wisdom, but rather of his faith and lovingness.

Am I less man because I believe in a greater man?

Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem

You may strive to be like them but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

Those who give you a serpent when you ask for a fish, may have nothing but serpents to give.

Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears. Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul, whose nourishment is the heart, whose wine is affection. Poetry that comes not in this form is a false messiah.

He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.