There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.
Know, therefore, that from the greater silence I shall return... Forget not that I shall come back to you... A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.
The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it.
The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.
I want every image to be the beginning of an unseen image.
Love provided me with a tongue and tears.