Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a true lover truly knows that he is loved.

The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.

The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself.

At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

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.