As long as you don't practice it, this dying and becoming, You are only a dreary guest on this dark earth.

He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.

For that is love's nature that it lays claim to exclusive right and that all other claims are nil.

He is dead in this world who has no belief in another.

One usually thinks people to be more dangerous than they are.

A good man, through obscurest aspirations Has still an instinct of the one true way.

We will burn that bridge when we come to it.