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.

Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.

Because the soul is like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes, and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night.

No lower can a man descend than to interpret his dreams into gold and silver.

What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?

Your friend is your needs answered.

Sayings remain meaningless until they are embodied in habits.