Sorrow is too great to exist in small hearts.

Know, therefore, that from the greater silence I shall return... Forget not that I shall come back to you... A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.

You progress not through what has been done, but reaching towards what has yet to be done.

The truly just is he who feels half guilty of your misdeeds.

My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me to love what the people abhor and to show good will toward the one they hate. It showed me that Love is a property not of the lover but of the beloved. Before my Soul taught me, Love was for me a delicate thread stretched between two adjacent pegs, but now it has been transformed into a halo; its first is its last, and its last is its first. It encompasses every being, slowly expanding to embrace all that ever will be.

Let your home be you mast and not your anchor.

Our anxiety does not come from thinking about the future, but from wanting to control it.