Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive.

Be like a flower and turn your face to the sun.

The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.

For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.

Strange that creatures without backbones have the hardest shells.

The poet is a bird of strange moods. He descends from his lofty domain to tarry among us, singing; if we do not honor him he will unfold his wings and fly back to his dwelling place.

A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle.