It was in my heart to help a little because I was helped much.

Life has two halves: one patient and one afire. Love is the fiery half. Make me, O Lord, food for the flames.

And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.

Disagreement may be the shortest cut between two minds.

I am bored with gabbers and their gab; my soul abhors them. . . . Is there any place where there is no traffic in empty talk? Is there on this earth one who does not worship himself talking?

No lower can a man descend than to interpret his dreams into gold and silver.

And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.