Advance, and never halt, for advancing is perfection. Advance and do not fear the thorns in the path, for they draw only corrupt blood.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

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?

When you are born, your work is placed in your heart.

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.

Let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.