“When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.”

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

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

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.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

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

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