Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.

What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?

And this do I call immaculate perception of all things: to want nothing else from them, but to be allowed to lie before them as a mirror with a hundred facets.

Just as soon as we notice that someone has to force himself to pay attention when dealing and talking with us, we have a valid demonstration that he does not love us or that he does not love us anymore.

Humility has the toughest hide.

Rendering oneself unarmed when one had been the best-armed, out of a height of feeling-that is the means to real peace, which must always rest on a peace of mind.

In the knowledge of truth, what really matters is the possession of it, not the impulse under which it was sought.