...unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice, it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.

Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me? A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?

No man can reveal to you nothing but that which already lies half-asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.

You are good when you are fully awake in your speech, Yet you are not evil when you sleep while your tongue staggers without purpose. And even stumbling speech may strengthen a weak tongue.

Knowledge cultivates your seeds and does not sow in your seeds.

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

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.