You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.You would know in words that which you have always known in thought.You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.

A sense of humour is a sense of proportion.

Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.

The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.

Life without liberty is like a body without spirit.