Whatever liberates our spirit, without also giving us mastery over ourselves, is destructive.

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.

Correction does much, but encouragement does more.

Truth is a torch, but a terrific one; therefore we all try to reach it with closed eyes, lest we should be scorched.

This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

Whatever liberates our spirit, without also giving us mastery over ourselves, is destructive.

Treat people the way they are and they will stay that way. Treat people the way they can become and they will become that way.