The truly great man is he who would master no one, and who would be mastered by none.

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

Often times I have hated in self-defense; if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.

Love provided me with a tongue and tears.

Limited love asks for possession of the beloved, but the unlimited asks only for itself.

Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?

It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.