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

Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil. For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst? Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

In the autumn I gathered all my sorrows and buried them in my garden. And when April returned and spring came to wed the earth, there grew in my garden beautiful flowers unlike all other flowers. And my neighbors came to behold them, and they all said to me, "When autumn comes again, at seeding time, will you not give us of the seeds of these flowers that we may have them in our gardens?"

Friendship with the ignorant is as foolish as arguing with a drunkard.