These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.

Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.

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.

The heart wants to go on; that is its dharma. For unless it moves, it dies.

Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.

If you allow your mind to carp at all and sundry, it will turn against itself: the majority of our sorrows are self-inflicted.

[The poets' role is that of] capturing on their instruments the secret stir of life in the air and giving it voice in the music of prophecy