Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

Men who do not forgive women their little faults will never enjoy their great virtues.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

Love provided me with a tongue and tears.

Defeat, my defeat, my deathless courage, You and I shall laugh together with the storm, And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us, and we shall stand in the sun with a will, And we shall be dangerous

Keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life.

Wailing and lamentation befit those who stand before the throne of life and depart without leaving in its hands a drop of the sweat of their brows or the blood of their hearts.