We manage to swallow flesh, only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing we do.

The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.

The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.

The hours trip rapidly away, hiding their dreams in their skirts.

Perhaps that dawn will come from this horizon, from the East where the sun rises. A day will come when unvanquished Man will retrace his path of conquest, despite all barriers, to win back his lost human heritage.

Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark. In effect, the people who change our lives the most begin to sing to us while we are still in darkness. If we listen to their song, we will see the dawning of a new part of ourselves.

Languages are jealous sovereigns, and passports are rarely allowed for travellers to cross their strictly guarded borders.