Win for yourself that which your fathers have won.

I treat my heart like a sick child and gratify its every fancy

Man can only endure a certain degree of unhappiness; what is beyond that either annihilates him or passes by him and leaves him apathetic

If there is confusion in your head and in your heart, what more do you want! A man who no longer loves and no longer errs should have himself buried straight away.

Is not the core of nature in the heart of man?

Hatred is partial, but love is still more so.

The way you see people is the way you treat them, and the way you treat them is what they become.