We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.
No man can reveal to you nothing but that which already lies half-asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the center of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
Zeal is a volcano, the peak of which the grass of indecisiveness does not grow.
Every man is two men; one is awake in the darkness, the other asleep in the light.
Love is the only freedom in the world because it so elevates the spirit that the laws of humanity and the phenomena of nature do not alter its course.