Everything that frees our spirit without giving us control of ourselves is ruinous.

One says a lot in vain, refusing; The other mainly hears the "No."

What sort of God would it be, who only pushed from without.

The one who acts is always without conscience; nobody has a conscience but the contemplative person.

The few of understanding, vision rare, Who veiled not from the herd their hearts, but tried, Poor generous fools, to lay their feelings bare, Them have men always burnt and crucified.

Many hammer all over the wall and believe that with each blow they hit the nail on the head.

The master proves himselin recognizing his limitations.