We fear death, yet we long for slumber and beautiful dreams.

They have exiled me now from their society and I am pleased, because humanity does not exile except the one whose noble spirit rebels against despotism and oppression. He who does not prefer exile to slavery is not free by any measure of freedom

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.

You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts.

As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.

When you work you fulfill a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born, And what is it to work with love? It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth. It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house. It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit. It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit. Work is love made visible

Say not, I have found the path of the soul Say rather, I have met the soul walking upon my path.