Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Hate is a dead thing. Who of you would be a tomb?

Lovers embrace that which is between them rather than each other.

Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream.

If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.

Only yesterday I was no different than them, yet I was saved. I am explaining to you the way of life of a people who say every sort of wicked thing about me because I sacrificed their friendship to gain my own soul. I left the dark paths of their duplicity and turned my eyes toward the light where there is salvation, truth, and justice. They have exiled me now from their society, yet I am content. Mankind only exiles the one whose large spirit rebels against injustice and tyranny. He who does not prefer exile to servility is not free in the true and necessary sense of freedom.