“The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.”

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

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.

Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

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

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