Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves in Autumn and become naked in Winter without fearing blame.

Say not, I have found the path of the soul Say rather, I have met the soul walking upon my path.

Rest in reason. Move in Passion.

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

In truth you owe naught to any man. You owe to all men.

Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me, 'Who are you?'

And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.