He alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving..

He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked. The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin..

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people..

You are good when you walk to your goal firmly and with bold steps. Yet you are not evil when you go thither limping. For those who limp go not backw….

But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more..

We fear death, yet we long for slumber and beautiful dreams..

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one..

Believing is a fine thing, but placing those beliefs into execution is a test of strength. Many are those who talk like the roar of the sea, gut thei….

In the depths of your hopes and desires, lies your silent knowledge of the beyond, and like seeds dreaming beneath the snow, your heart dreams of spr….

Verily the kindness that gazes upon itself in a mirror turns to stone, and a good deed that calls itself by tender names becomes the parent to a curs….

From a sensitive woman's heart springs the happiness of mankind, and from the kindness of her noble spirit comes mankind's affection..

Your freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom..

There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea..

love one another, but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. fill each other's cup but drink not fr….

The thirst of soul is sweeter than the wine of material things, and the fear of spirit is dearer than the security of the body..

Yea, death and prison we mete out To small offenders of the laws, While honor, wealth, and full respect On greater pirates we bestow. To steal a flow….

O love, whose lordly hand Has bridled my desires, And raised my hunger and my thirst To dignity and pride, Let not the strong in me and the const….

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom..

Life is but a sleep disturbed by dreaming, prompted by the will; the saddened soul with sadness hides it's secrets, and the gay, with thrill..

Only those beneath me can envy or hate me. I have never been envied nor hated; I am above no one. Only those above me can praise or belittle me. I ha….

The philosopher's soul dwells in his head, the poet's soul is in his heart; the singer's soul lingers about his throat, but the soul of the dancer ab….