All you have shall some day be given. Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors.

And let to-day embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.

Lovers embrace that which is between them rather than each other.

The mother is everything - she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly

My yearning is my cup, my burning thirst is my drink, and my solitude is my intoxication; I do not and shall not quench my thirst. But in this burning that is never extinguished is a joy that never wanes.