“If it's true love, then it will abide. If it was a fleeting crush, then it will turn to dust. Either way, the truth will out.”

“The seeker after truth should be humbler than the dust. The world crushes the dust under its feet, but the seeker after truth should so humble himself that even the dust could crush him. Only then, and not till then, will he have a glimpse of truth.”

“When diamonds boast that they can't be crushed, let 'em go, 'cause dreams don't turn to dust.”

“Mere pleasure is at best but fleeting; happiness is abiding, for in the recollection thereof is renewed.”

“the difference between poets and mystics . . . The mystic nails a symbol to one meaning that was true for a moment but soon becomes false. The poet, on the other hand, sees that truth while it's true but understands that symbols are always in flux and that their meanings are fleeting.”

“I feel, holding books, accommodating their weight and breathing their dust, an abiding love. I trust them, in a way that I can't trust my computer, though I couldn't do without it. Books are matter. My books matter. What would I have done through these years without the library and all its lovely books?”