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Every young man has his Salma, who catches him unaware by materializing in the spring of his life, lending his solitude a poetic significance. Then she transforms the loneliness of his days into intimacy and the silence of his nights into songs.
Love freed my tongue so that it spoke, separated my eyelids so that they wept, and opened up my throat so that it sighed and complained.
They say that ignorance is the cradle of freedom, and freedom is the bed of comfort.
The world of reality is a weird mirror, wherein men see themselves diminished and distorted.
Love is the only freedom in this world, because it elevates the soul to a lofty station that cannot be attained by the laws and customs of human beings or conquered by the laws of nature.
“Perhaps the dark can veil trees and flowers from the eye. But it can’t hide love from the soul.”
Every great and beautiful thing in this world is generated by a single thought or feeling within a human being.
How ignorant are those who imagine that love is born from long association and unbroken companionship. True love is the daughter of a spiritual understanding, and if that understanding is not achieved in a single moment, it will never be attained—not in a year, not in a whole century.
