Love is the gentle smile upon the lips of beauty.

In battling evil, excess is good; for he who is moderate in announcing the truth is presenting half-truth. He conceals the other half out of fear of people's wrath.

It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.

But now I have learned to listen to silence. To hear its choirs singing the song of ages, chanting the hymns of space, and disclosing the secrets of eternity.

A truth is to be known always, to be uttered sometimes.

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

If the other person injures you, you may forget the injury; but if you injure him you will always remember.