Poverty hides itself in thought before it surrenders to purses.
You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living.
You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.
Life has two halves: one patient and one afire. Love is the fiery half. Make me, O Lord, food for the flames.
When God created Man, he gave him Music as a language different from all other languages. And early man sang his glory in the wilderness; and drew the hearts of kings and moved them from their thrones.
Do not keep crying when your love has been gone. You only need Smile because he had been given you the opportunity to meet someone who is better.
Come with us to the field, or go with our brothers to the sea and cast your net. For the land and the sea shall be bountiful to you even as to us.
A shy failure is nobler than an immodest success.
We are limited, not by our abilities, but by our vision.
Reason is not like the goods sold in the market places – the more plentiful they are, the less they are worth. Reason’s worth waxes with her abundance. But were she sold in the market, it is only the wise man who would understand her true value.
Love is life sharing, not for hurt, Love is alive both not ambiguous. Love is whole life, not an affair.
We are the sons of Sorrow; we are the poets and the prophets and the musicians.
The fool sees naught but folly; and the madman only madness. Yesterday I asked a foolish man to count the fools among us. He laughed and said, “This is too hard a thing to do, and it will take too long. Were it not better to count only the wise?”
The best love come from the heart, not from the mouth.
The power to Love is God’s greatest gift to man, For it never will be taken from the Blessed one who loves.
Poetry is not the opinion stated. It is a song that appears instead of a bloody wound or a smiling mouth.
The sea that calls all things unto her cals me, and I must embark.
When you feel Jealousy is a sign that Love should have each other.
Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.
You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable. You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons. Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.