Perhaps A Great Love Is Never Returned.

He Who Wants To Keep His Garden Tidy Doesn't Reserve A Plot For Weeds.

If Even Dying Is To Be Made A Social Function, Then, Grant Me The Favor Of Sneaking Out On Tiptoe Without Disturbing The Party.

The Longest Journeyis The Journey Inwards.of Him Who Has Chosen His Destiny, Who Has Started Upon His Quest For The Source Of His Being.

Never Measure The Height Of A Mountain Until You Have Reached The Top. Then You Will See How Low It Was.

Like Wind-- In It, With It, Of It. Of It Just Like A Sail, So Light And Strong That, Even When It Is Bent Flat, It Gathers All The Power Of The Wind Without Hampering Its Course. Like Light-- In Light, Lit Through By Light, Transformed Into Light. Like The Lens Which Disappears In The Light It Focuses. Like Wind. Like Light. Just This--on These Expanses, On These Heights.