It is often wise to reveal that which cannot be concealed for long.

While the womanly god demands our veneration, the godlike woman kindles our love; but while we allow ourselves to melt in the celestial loveliness, the celestial self-sufficiency holds us back in awe.

The future comes slowly, the present flies and the past stands still forever.

A sublime soul can rise to all kinds of greatness, but by an effort; it can tear itself from all bondage, to all that limits and constrains it, but only by strength of will. Consequently the sublime soul is only free by broken efforts.

Honor women! they entwine and weave heavenly roses in our earthly life.

Weep, for the light is dead.

To the fool-king belongs the world.