Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me? A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?

Those who give you a serpent when you ask for a fish, may have nothing but serpents to give.

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

You cannot laugh and be unkind at the same time

Sayings remain meaningless until they are embodied in habits.

He is short-sighted who looks only on the path he treads and the wall on which he leans.

He who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.