Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?

And before my Soul took me to task I was hard of hearing; I heard only tumult and uproar. But now I am all ears listening to the silence and its choirs singing the hymns of time, intoning the praises of the firmament, revealing the secrets of the invisible.

If we were to all sit in a circle and confess our sins, we would laugh at each other for lack of originality.

You hate Jesus because someone from the North Country said He was the Son of God. But you hate one another because each of you deems himself too great to be the brother of the next man.

Men who do not forgive women their little faults will never enjoy their great virtues.

Between the shores of the oceans and the summit of the highest mountain is a secret route that you must absolutely take before being one with the sons of the Earth.

A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle.