He who repeats what he does not understand is no better than an ass that is loaded with books.

Life without Freedom is like a body without a soul, and Freedom without Thought is like a confused spirit. . . . Life, Freedom and Thought are three-in-one, and are everlasting and shall never pass away.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.

What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?

Our pain carves out a larger space for love to fill.

One may not reach the dawn save by path of night.