Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and nights.

When life life does not find a singer to sing her heart, she produces a philosopher to speak her mind

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

The nearest to my heart are a king without a kingdom and a poor man who does not know how to beg

In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans

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 have performed