We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them. |
We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them. |
We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting. |
We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words |
We were a silent, hidden thought in the folds of oblivion, and we have become a voice that causes the heavens to tremble. |
What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you? |
What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt? |
When life life does not find a singer to sing her heart, she produces a philosopher to speak her mind |
When love beckons to you, follow him,Though his ways are hard and steep.And when his wings enfold you yield to him,Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. |
When we turn to one another for counsel we reduce the number of our enemies. |
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. |
When you reach the heart of life you shall find beauty in all things, even in the eyes that are blind to beauty. |
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? |
Where is the justice of political power if it executes the murderer and jails the plunderer, and then itself marches upon neighboring lands, killing thousands and pillaging the very hills? |
Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself. |