Who can depart from his pain and aloneness without regret? Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache. It is not a garment I cast off this day, bit a skin that I tear with my own hands... Yet I cannot tarry longer.

The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it.

Love that does not renew itself every day becomes a habit and in turn a slavery.

How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?

I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires.

Love has the power that dispels death; charm that conquers the enemy.

When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.