1. How shall my heart be unsealed unless it be broken?

2. Strange that creatures without backbones have the hardest shells.

3. There must be something strangely sacred in the salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

4. You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun.

5. Hate is a dead thing. Who of you would be a tomb?

6. If your heart is a volcano how shall you expect flowers to bloom in your hand?

7. It is indeed misery if I stretch an empty hand to men and receive nothing; but it is hopelessness if I stretch a full hand and find none to receive.

8. Only those with secrets in their hearts could divine the secrets in our hearts.

9. When you sing the hungry hears you with his stomach.

10. Once I spoke of the sea to a brook, and the brook thought me but an imaginative exaggerator; And once I spoke of a brook to the sea, and the sea thought me but a depreciative defamer.

11. Strife in nature is but disorder longing for order.

12. A root is a flower that disdains fame.

13. They say to me, “A bird in the hand is worth ten in the bush.” But I say, “A bird and a feather in the bush is worth more ten birds in the hand.”

14. They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; And I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.

15. We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting.

16. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

17. When my cup is empty I resign myself to its emptiness; but when it is half full I resent its half-fullness.

18. He who would understand a woman, or dissect genius, or solve the mystery of silence is the very man who would wake from a beautiful dream to sit at a breakfast table.

19. There are only two elements here, beauty and truth; beauty in the hearts of lovers, and truth in the arms of the tillers of the soil.

20. When two women talk they say nothing; when one woman speaks she reveals all of life.

21. A woman may veil her face with a smile.

22. Every man loves two women; the one is the creation of his imagination, and the other is not yet born.

23. Many a woman borrow a man’s heart; very few could possess it.

24. Love is the veil between lover and lover.

25. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed. For love is sufficient unto love.