He who passes not his days in the realm of dreams is the slave of the days.

Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.

When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

If you are poor, shun association with him who measures men with the yardstick of riches.

I once heard a learned man say, "Every evil has its remedy, except folly. To reprimand an obstinate fool or to preach to a dolt is like writing upon the water. Christ healed the blind, the halt, the palsied, and the leprous. But the fool He could not cure."

Like the ocean is your god-self; It remains for ever undefiled. And like the ether it lifts but the winged. Even like the sun is your god-self; It knows not the ways of the mole nor seeks it the holes of the serpent. But your god-self does not dwell alone in your being. Much in you is still man, and much in you is not yet man, But a shapeless pigmy that walks asleep in the mist searching for its own awakening.

When life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.