From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.

A genuine odyssey is not about piling up experiences. It is a deeply felt, risky, unpredictable tour of the soul.

I thought that the light-house looked lovely as hope, That star on life's tremulous ocean.

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.

Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.