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

You have your ideology and I have mine.

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.

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

No man can reveal to you nothing but that which already lies half-asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.