In reality, every reality is a veil over reality.
Sleep is a mirror of life in which can be seen the reflection of death.
The ocean sleeps. The ocean wakes. And the waking of the ocean is the waking of the soul. At midnight wakefulness springs from within the ocean.
There are persons who rise through grief and there are persons who fall because of grief.
He who has no light in his heart, what will he gain from the festival of lamps.
The world is ancient, but it has not lost its newness.