Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.

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 are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. 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.