The biggest thing in today's sorrow is the memory of yesterday's joy.
No lower can a man descend than to interpret his dreams into gold and silver.
How distant I am from people when I am with them, and how close when they are far away.
As one's gifts increase, his friends decrease.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
Life has two halves: one patient and one afire. Love is the fiery half. Make me, O Lord, food for the flames.