The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves in Autumn and become naked in Winter without fearing blame.

I have never agreed with my other self wholly. The truth of the matter seems to lie between us.

The truly great man is he who would master no one, and who would be mastered by none.

Lovers embrace that which is between them rather than each other.

Limited love asks for possession of the beloved, but the unlimited asks only for itself.