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

The sea that calls all things unto her cals me, and I must embark.

Work is love made visible.

For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks." Thus I became a madman.

if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing

The silence of the envious is too noisy.

Keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life.