For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.
How distant I am from people when I am with them, and how close when they are far away.
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
Keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life.
Tortoises can tell you more about the road than hares.
The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.