Passionate Love Is A Quenchless

And When You Were A Silent Word Upon Life's Quivering Lips, I Too Was There, Another Silent Word. Then Life Uttered Us And We Came Down The Years Throbbing With Memories Of Yesterday And With Longing For Tomorrow, For Yesterday Was Death Conquered And Tomorrow Was Birth Pursued.

Friendship With The Ignorant Is As Foolish As Arguing With A Drunkard.

You May Give Them Your Love But Not Your Thoughts, For They Have Their Own Thoughts. You May House Their Bodies But Not Their Souls, For Their Souls Dwell In The House Of Tomorrow, Which You Cannot Visit, Not Even In Your Dreams.

The Longing For Paradise Is Paradise Itself.

And Alone And Without His Nest Shall The Eagle Fly Across The Sun.