"A bird flies in the air; its shadow flits on earth;
A second bird it seems to be, though nothing worth.
Some simpleton runs after it; to catch it tries;
Himself tires out; meanwhile the creature safely flies.
The fool still knows not ’tis a shadow he pursues.
 Its substance where to seek he has no power to muse.
He shoots his arrows at the fleeting, mocking shade;
His quiver emptied, he returns; no booty made.
Our life's our quiver. When our years are vainly spent
In chasing phantoms, grief will one day have its vent."
- Rumi, The Mesnevi of Mevlana

"Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames."
- Rumi