Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.

The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.

A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland.

You may forget with whom you laughed, but you will never forget with whom you wept.

I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now.

It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.

You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun.