He who has no light in his heart, what will he gain from the festival of lamps.
Death is the protector of life and life is the process of death.
The world is ancient, but it has not lost its newness.
This life is but a dream. A state of sleep but how unfortunate that man's eyes open only when they are about to be closed (forever).
In order to spend out our time (life) we sell some of this time. We work for someone, we labour. In freedom we do slavery.
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.