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.

It may help us, in those times of trouble, to remember that love is not only about relationship, it is also an affair of the soul.

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

A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.

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.

Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.