“Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.”

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

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

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind.

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky.

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

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; for love is sufficient unto love.