“Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you.”

Let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky.

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.