If you become a helper of hearts, springs of wisdom will flow from your heart.
Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.
Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.
You may learn to imitate a birdcall, but do you experience what the nightingale feels for the rose?
He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.
Your real "country" is where you're heading, not where you are.