What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I've lived too long where I can be reached.

I am merely a guest, born in this world to know the secrets that lie beyond it.

All that you think is rain is not. Behind the veil angels sometimes weep.

The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow?

I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.

Don't run away from grief, o’ soul/ Look for the remedy inside the pain/ because the rose came from the thorn/ and the ruby came from a stone.

Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another