Trickery succeeds sometimes, but it always commits suicide.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness. And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.
We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Education sows not seeds in you, but makes your seeds grow.
Our anxiety does not come from thinking about the future, but from wanting to control it.
Perhaps a man may commit suicide in self-defense.
The love of a parent for a child is the love that should grow towards separation.
Women opened the windows of my eyes and the doors of my spirit. Had it not been for the woman-mother, the woman-sister, and the woman-friend, I would have been sleeping among those who seek the tranquility of the world with their snoring.
The very strength that protects the heart from injury is the strength that prevents the heart from enlarging to its intended greatness within. The song of the voice is sweet, but the song of the heart is the pure voice of heaven.
And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Those to whom worshiping is a window, to open but also to shut, have not yet visited the house of their souls whose windows are open from dawn to dawn.
A hermit is one who renounces the world of fragments that he may enjoy the world wholly and without interruption.
The truly good is he who is one with all those who are deemed bad.
The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.
Let your best be for your friend...
The biggest thing in today’s sorrow is the memory of yesterday’s joy.
Always you have been told that work is a curse and labor a misfortune. But I say to you that when you work you fulfill a part of earth’s furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born.
Comfort comes into your house first as guest, then as a host, then finally as the master.