For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy
To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.
Where can I find a man governed by reason instead of habits and urges?
Your freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom.
Wit is often a mask. If you tear it you will find either genius irritated or cleverness juggling.
The chemist who can extract from his heart's elements compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love
God has placed in each soul an apostle to lead us upon the illumined path. Yet many seek life from without, unaware that is within them.
Your house is your larger body.
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.
Whoever would be a teacher of men let him begin by teaching himself before teaching others; and let him teach by example before teaching by word. For he who teaches himself and rectifies his own ways is more deserving of respect and reverence than he who would teach others and rectify their ways.
Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.
Because the soul is like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes, and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night.
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 their lives are shallow and stagnant, like the rotting marshes. Many are those who lift their heads above the mountain tops, but their spirits remain dormant in the obscurity of the caverns.
Say not, I have found the path of the soul Say rather, I have met the soul walking upon my path.
The human heart cries out for help; the human soul implores us for deliverance; but we do not heed their cries, for we neither hear nor understand. But the man who hears and understands we call mad, and flee from him. Thus the nights pass, and we live in unawareness; and the days greet us and embrace us. But we live in constant dread of day and night.
Fear of the devil is one way of doubting God.
Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness.
Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches; yet it sends our living roots deeper into the living heart of the living earth.
You have your ideology and I have mine.
I am a poet who composes what life proses, and who proses what life composes.
Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me? A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?
He who passes not his days in the realm of dreams is the slave of the days.
Poverty hides itself in thought before it surrenders to purses.
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