if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing

When a man's hand touches the hand of a woman, they both touch the heart of eternity.

The just is close to the people's heart, but the merciful is close to the heart of God.

Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody.

You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts.

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.

In truth you owe naught to any man. You owe to all men.