When we oppose the hidden conscience, it does us hurt. When we betray it, it judges us.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
The biggest thing in today's sorrow is the memory of yesterday's joy.
A teacher can only lead you to the threshold of your own mind.
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.
What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?