It is slavery to live in the mind unless it has become part of the body
To be able to look back upon ones life in satisfaction, is to live twice
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
Faith is an oasis in the heart which can never be reached by the caravan of thinking
Zeal is a volcano, the peak of which the grass of indecisiveness does not grow.
Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.
All these things have you said of beauty. Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied, And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted. It is not the image...
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
Knowledge cultivates your seeds and does not sow in you seeds.
No lower can a man descend than to interpret his dreams into gold and silver
Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.
Make me, oh God, the prey of the Lion, ere you make the rabbit my prey
You work that you may keep peace with the earth and the soul of the earth
the silence that guards the tomb does not reveal God’s secret in the obscurity of the coffin, and the rustling of the branches whose roots suck the body’s elements do not tell the mysteries of the grave, by the agonized sighs of my heart announce to the living the drama which love, beauty, and death...
Say not, ‘I have found the truth,’ but rather, ‘I have found a truth.’
The Real me is mute, it is the acquired that is talkative.