For in truth it is life that gives unto life-while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.
What is fear of need but need itself?
Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.
Nor shall derision prove powerful against those who listen to humanity or those who follow in the footsteps of divinity, for they shall live forever. Forever.
You are a flower crushed beneath the feet of the animal that is concealed in a human being. Take comfort, in that you are the flower crushed and not the foot that has crushed it.
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether. And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.
Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you can not bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain.
For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?
And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.
Hearts united in pain and sorrow will not be separated by joy and happiness. Bonds that are woven in sadness are stronger than the ties of joy and pleasure. Love that is washed by tears will remain eternally pure and faithful.
When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.
The person you consider ignorant and insignificant is the one who came from God, that he might learn bliss from grief and knowledge from gloom.
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
Most people who ask for advice from others have already resolved to act as it pleases them.
Wisdom stands at the turn in the road and calls upon us publicly, but we consider it false and despise its adherents.
Where is the justice of political power if it executes the murderer and jails the plunderer, and then itself marches upon neighboring lands, killing thousands and pillaging the very hills?