If your knowledge teaches you not to rise above human weakness and misery and lead your fellow man on the right path, you are indeed a man of little worth and will remain such till Judgment Day.

joy and sorrow are inseparable. . . together they come and when one sits alone with you . . remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

He who understands you is greater kin to you than your own brother. For even your own kindred neither understand you nor know your true worth.

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

But now I have learned to listen to silence. To hear its choirs singing the song of ages, chanting the hymns of space, and disclosing the secrets of eternity.

The ageless melody, unheard, heals; the healing vision, unseen, leads; the true leaders, immortal, know...

If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.