He lives century after century, and the test I set for him he has passed.

But tonight I finally made the connection that change always strolled hand in hand with loss, with upheaval, and that I would always feel it keenly because in the end, I did not live under the same sky as most other people. (p179)

I went to the root of things, and found nothing but Him alone.

O my companion, Worldly comfort is an illusion, As soon you get it, it goes.

What is beyond the mind, has no boundary, In it our senses end.

I know a cure for sadness: Let our hands touch something that makes your eyes smile.

Only those who have felt the knife can understand the wound, only the jeweller knows the nature of the jewel.