The world loved man when he smiled. The world became afraid of him when he laughed.

Men can only think. Women have a way of understanding without thinking. Woman was created out of God's own fancy. Man, He had to hammer into shape.

I am willing to serve my country, but my worship I reserve for Right which is far greater than my country. To worship my country as a god is to bring a curse upon it.

The singer alone does not make a song, there has to be someone who hears. -Broken Song

Read books when you are free, read minds when you are'nt....but do read...

If no one responds to your call, then go your own way alone.

That which is eternal within the moment only becomes shallow if spread out in time.

Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

And because I love this life I know I shall love death as well. The child cries out when From the right breast the mother Takes it away, in the very next moment To Find in the left one Its consolation.

These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.

Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.

Let me light my lamp", says the star, "And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness

Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

Facts are many, but the truth is one.

For we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.

Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.

He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.

When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.

In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.

Inspiration follows aspiration.

Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.