The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Joy and sorrow are inseparable... Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

The sea that calls all things unto her cals me, and I must embark.

Who can depart from his pain and aloneness without regret?
Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, bit a skin that I tear with my own hands...
Yet I cannot tarry longer.

Let your best be for your friend.

Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me?
A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?

Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.