You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving." The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.

Love prides itself not only in the one who loves, but also in the beloved.

The voice of life in me cannot reach the ear of life in you; but let us talk that we may not feel lonely.

You who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness.

Your house is your larger body.

All can hear, but only the sensitive can understand.

Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.