Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.

Thou learnest no secret until thou knowest friendship, since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge enters.

What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!

The small man builds cages for everyone he knows While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

The world is a bride of surpassing beauty-but remember that this maiden is never bound to anyone.

How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.

Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!