Without the soul, the body is but a senseless frame. Our worst fault is our preoccupation with the faults of others. The reality of the other person is not in what he reveals to you, but in what he cannot reveal to you. It is when your spirit goes wandering upon the wind that you, alone and unguarded, commit a wrong unto others and therefore unto yourself. Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream.
The lights of stars that were extinguished ages ago still reaches us. The lights of stars that were extinguished ages ago still reaches us. Your children are not your children. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.