إن الحب المكتوم لحبٌ مقدسٌ ، إنه يتلألأ كجوهرة ، في غياهب القلب الخفي ويبدو على نور النهار الفاضح ، قاتماً جديراً بالشفقة ... - Rabindranath Tagore

Please is frail like a dewdrop, while it laughs it dies. But sorrow is strong and abiding. Let sorrowful love wake in your eyes.

I thought that my invincible power would hold the world captive, leaving me in a freedom undisturbed. Thus night and day I worked at the chain with huge fires and cruel hard strokes. When at last the work was done and the links were complete and unbreakable, I found that it held me in its grip.

The world is ever new to me; like an old friend loved through this and former lives, the acquaintance between us is both long and deep.