“And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”

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

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

I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.

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

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.