Truth is only an illusion we have forgotten is an illusion.

When a man is ill his very goodness is sickly.

A heart full of courage and cheerfulness needs a little danger from time to time, or the world gets unbearable.

Love and hatred are not blind, but are blinded by the fire they bear within themselves.

The great poet draws his creations only from out of his own reality.

"Body am I, and soul" - so saith the child. And why should one not speak like children?

What we know oman today is limited precisely by the extent to which we have regarded him as a machine.