Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.

Limitation of aims is the mother of wisdom and the secret of achievement.

A life without love, without the presence of the beloved, is nothing but a mere magic-lantern show. We draw out slide after slide, swiftly tiring of each, and pushing it back to make haste for the next.

The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace.

What is not fully understood is not possessed.

Names are but noise and smoke, Obscuring heavenly light.

No one knows what he is doing so long as he is acting rightly; but of what is wrong one is always conscious.