Pain and foolishness lead to great bliss and complete knowledge, for Eternal Wisdom created nothing under the sun in vain.
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.
Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.
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.
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
Say not, 'I have found the truth,' but rather, 'I have found a truth.'
The eye of a human being is a microscope, which makes the world seem bigger than it really is.
The just is close to the people's heart, but the merciful is close to the heart of God.
The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?