Spare me the political events and power struggles, as the whole earth is my homeland and all men are my fellow countrymen.
Tears have cleansed my eyes, and errors have taught me the language of the hearts.
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
The tiny flame that lights up the human heart is like a blazing torch that comes down from heaven to light up the paths of mankind. For in one soul are contained the hopes and feelings of all Mankind.
For this I bless you most. You give much and know not that you give at all.
There is a desire deep within the soul which drives man from the seen to the unseen, to philosophy and to the divine.
Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself.
The reality of the other person is not in what he reveals to you, but in what he cannot reveal to you. Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says but rather to what he does not say.
The poet is a bird of strange moods. He descends from his lofty domain to tarry among us, singing; if we do not honor him he will unfold his wings and fly back to his dwelling place.
A man’s true wealth is the good he does in the world.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.
Let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.
From a sensitive woman’s heart springs the happiness of mankind, and from the kindness of her noble spirit comes mankind’s affection.
Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.
When we turn to one another for counsel we reduce the number of our enemies.
And if there come the singers, and the dancers and the flute players – buy of their gifts also. For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense, and that which they bring, though fashioned of dreams, is raiment and fod for your soul.
And only the sure of foot can give a hand to him who stumbles.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
Vague and nebulous is the beginning of all things, but not their end.