Tender words we spoke to one another are sealed in the secret vaults of heaven. One day like rain, they will fall to earth and grow green all over the world.
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. When someone beats a rug,the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.
Why are you knocking at every door? Go, knock at the door of your own heart.
Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.
Why think separately of this life and the next when one is born from the last....
Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.