All things are only transitory.

The person born with a talent they are meant to use will find their greatest happiness in using it.

The safest thing is always to try to convert everything that is in us and around us into action; let the others talk and argue about it as they please.

All truths are old, and all that we have to do is recognize and utter them anew.

The unnatural, that too is natural.

He loves not who does not see the faults of the beloved as virtues.

I am a part of the part that at first was all, part of the darkness that gave birth to the light, that supercilious light which now disputes with Mother Night her ancient rank and space, and yet cannot succeed; no matter how it struggles, it sticks to matter and can't get free. Light flows from substance, makes it beautiful.