For every loss, there is a hidden gain. And for every gain, there is a hidden loss.
Love that ends is the shadow of love; true love is without beginning or end.
The gardener uses both roses in the flowerbed and thorns in making fences.
I first believed without any hesitation in the existence of the soul, and then I wondered about the secret of its nature. I persevered and strove in search of the soul, and found at last that I myself was the cover over my soul!
All that produces longing in the heart deprives it of its freedom.
Every man's path is for himself; let him accomplish his own desires that he may thus be able to rise above them to the eternal goal.