The unlucky hand dealt to clear and precise writers is that people assume they are superficial and so do not go to any trouble inreading them: and the lucky hand dealt to unclear ones is that the reader does go to some trouble and then attributes the pleasure he experiences in his own zeal to them.

Underneath the reality in which we live and have our being, another altogether different reality lies concealed.

When a man has just been greatly honored and has eaten a little he is the most generous.

Ah, there are so many things betwixt heaven and earth of which only the poets have dreamed!

Out of a brotherly love we occasionally embrace this or that somebody (because we cannot embrace everybody): but we must never letour somebody know it.

It may be that until now there has been no more potent means for beautifying man himself than piety: it can turn man into so much art, surface, play of colors, graciousness that his sight no longer makes one suffer.---

After Buddha was dead, his shadow was still shown for centuries in a cave.