Sayings remain meaningless until they are embodied in habits.

Every man is two men; one is awake in the darkness, the other asleep in the light.

For in truth it is life that gives unto life-while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

The silence of the envious is too noisy.

Some who are too scrupulous to steal your possessions nevertheless see no wrong in tampering with your thoughts.