“Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

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

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

Your friend is your needs answered.

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

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.