And before my Soul took me to task I was hard of hearing; I heard only tumult and uproar. But now I am all ears listening to the silence and its choirs singing the hymns of time, intoning the praises of the firmament, revealing the secrets of the invisible.

Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.

The creator gives no heed to the critic unless he becomes a barren inventor.

Wit is often a mask. If you tear it you will find either genius irritated or cleverness juggling.

For in truth it is life that gives unto life-while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.

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.