Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.

The biggest thing in today's sorrow is the memory of yesterday's joy.

Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking. Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpetings, and farewells him with hootings, only to welcome another ruler with trumpetings again. Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle. Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.

What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?

Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.

Behind the veil of each night, there is a smilling dawn.