The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.

Your body is the harp of the soul.

Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.

Are you a politician asking what your country can do for you or a zealous one asking what you can do for your country? If you are the first, then you are a parasite; if the second, then you are an oasis in the desert.

And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

The tiny flame that lights up the human heart is like a blazing torch that comes down from heaven to light up the paths of mankind. For in one soul are contained the hopes and feelings of all Mankind.

If I accept the sunshine and warmth, then I must also accept the thunder and lightning.