Then a lawyer said, But what of our laws, master? And he answered: ‘You delight in laying down laws. Yet you delight more in breaking them.
Long ago you were a dream in your mother’s sleep, and then she awoke to give you birth.
And when you were a silent word upon Life’s quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued.
And if our hands should meet in another dream, we shall build another tower in the sky.
What is word knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?
You’re reason and your passion are the rudder... and the sails of your soul. If either be broken, you will drift or be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to it’s own destruction.
The resting place of my soul is a beautiful grove where my knowledge of you lives.
You are blind and I am deaf and dumb, so let us touch hands and understand.
One may not reach the dawn by the path of the night.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God”.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
And there are those who have little and give it all.
Do not the spirits who dwell in the ether envy man his pain?
And my heart bled within me; for you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfillment.
You are good when you are one with yourself.
Shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.
The poets and writers are trying to understand the reality of woman, but up to this day they have not understood the hidden secret of her heart because they look upon her from behind the sexual veil and see nothing but the externals: they look upon her through a magnifying glass of hatefulness and find nothing except weakness and submission.
Death changes nothing but the masks that cover our faces.
The two lovers walked among the willow trees, and the oneness of each was a language speaking of the oneness of both; and an ear listening in silence to the inspiration of love; and a seeing eye seeing the glory of happiness. “Astarte has brought back our souls to this life so that the delights of love and the glory of youth might not be forbidden us, my beloved.
He suffered much, but he understood the mystery of pain: he knew that tears make all things shine.