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.

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

Love that does not renew itself every day becomes a habit and in turn a slavery.

Love is trembling happiness.

You hate Jesus because someone from the North Country said He was the Son of God. But you hate one another because each of you deems himself too great to be the brother of the next man.

He who requires urging to do a noble act will never accomplish it.

Life is the mistress to be wooed.