“But don't hunt for dissonance:There is no such thing;People dance to all tunes.”

“Don't try to rush things: for the cup to run over, it must first be filled.”

“Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.”

“The wind, one brilliant day, calledto my soul with an odor of jasmine."In return for the odor of my jasmine,I'd like all the odor of your roses.""I have no roses; all the flowersin my garden are dead.""Well then, I'll take the withered petalsand the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain."the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:"What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?”

“I.Don't trace out your profile--forget your side view--all that is outer stuff.II.Look for your other halfwho walks always next to youand tends to be who you aren't.”

“Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt --O, marvelous error -- That there was a beehive here inside my heartAnd the golden bees were making white combsAnd sweet honey from all my failures.”

“Anoche cuando dormíasoñé, ¡bendita ilusiòn!,que una fontana fluíadentro de mi corazòn.Di: ¿por qué acequia escondida,agua, vienes hasta mí,manantial de nueva vidaen donde nunca bebí?Anoche cuando dormíasoñé, ¡bendita ilusiòn!,que una colmena teníadentro de mi corazòn;y las doradas abejasiban fabricando en él,con las amarguras viejas,blanca cera y dulce miel.Anoche cuando dormíasoñé, ¡bendita ilusiòn!,que un sol ardiente lucíadentro de mi corazòn.Era ardiente porque dabacalores de rojo hogar,y era sol porque alumbrabay porque hacía llorar.Anoche cuando dormíasoñé, ¡bendita ilusiòn!,que era Dios lo que teníadentro de mi corazòn.”