One must keep repeating the Truth.
Come my little one, and give me your hand.
One is never deceived; one deceives oneself.
Alas, that we should be so unwilling to listen to the still and holy yearnings of the heart! A god whispers quite softly in our breast, softly yet audibly; telling us what we ought to seek and what to shun.
Smoothly and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is covered.
To understand one thing well is better than understanding many things by halves.