Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.
Love… it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.
I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.
March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life’s path.
If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.
Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.
Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.