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

A word I want to see written on my grave: I am alive like you, and I am standing beside you. Close your eyes and look around, you will see me in front of you.

The shepherd will deny the diseased lamb in fear of the flock.

Reason without learning is like the untilled soil, or like the human body that lacks nourishment.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.

All you have shall some day be given. Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors.

In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.