The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might also pray in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.

Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.

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.

Your life is an island separated from all other islands and continents. Regardless of how many boats you send to other shores or how many ships arrive upon your shores, you yourself are an island separated by its own pains, secluded in its happiness

A man's true wealth is the good he does in the world.

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.