I purified my lips with sacred fire that I might speak of love, but when I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself mute.

Even while the Earth sleeps we travel.

There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

If winter should say, 'Spring is in my heart,' who would believe winter?

Each day look into your conscience and amend your faults; if you fail in this duty you will be untrue to the Knowledge and Reason that are within you. Keep a watchful eye over yourself as if you were your own enemy; for you cannot learn to govern yourself, unless you first learn to govern your own passions and obey the dictates of your conscience.

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

As one's gifts increase, his friends decrease.