He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy. [for without sorrow how would you know what joy is? Contrast provides peceptive clarity]

You may chain my hands, you may shackle my feet; you may even throw me into a dark prison; but you shall not enslave my thinking, because it is free!

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

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

Where is the justice of political power if it executes the murderer and jails the plunderer, and then itself marches upon neighboring lands, killing thousands and pillaging the very hills?

To barter and lose is better than not to go forth.

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.