Bravery ceases to be bravery at a certain point, and becomes mere foolhardiness.

Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.

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.

Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.

I am able to love my God because He gives me freedom to deny Him.

It is no easy task to lead men. But it is easy enough to drive them.

Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.