No tiredness can destroy hope like death can, as the absolute fatigue of life.

No matter how many snowstorms will pass through you, none will bring you the spring like love will.

The field of the soul must be watered by the rain with tears of love; otherwise it will become a desert.

Why is man obliged to learn ignorance?

How can you be one of the stars of heaven, when the stars are innumerable? What star number do you have?

Who tries to find the logic of love will die without ever being able to love.