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.

The rogue has everywhere the advantage.

The useful may be trusted to further itself, for many produce it and no one can do without it; but the beautiful must be specially encouraged, for few can present it, while yet all have need of it.

The soul is indestructible and its activity will continue through eternity. It is like the sun, which, to our eyes, seems to set at night; but it has in reality only gone to diffuse its light elsewhere.

To the world you might be one person, but to one person, you might be the world. Kindness is the golden chain by which our world is bound together.

There is nothing outside of us that is not at the same time in us, and as the external world has its colors the eye, too, has colors.

The man who masters himself is delivered from the force that binds all creatures.