Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death.

Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.

Should we all confess our sins to one another we would all laugh at one another for our lack of originality

Yea, death and prison we mete out To small offenders of the laws, While honor, wealth, and full respect On greater pirates we bestow. To steal a flower we call mean. To rob a field is chivalry; Who kills the body he must die, Who kills the spirit he goes free.

Your body is the harp of the soul.

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.

He who repeats what he does not understand is no better than an ass that is loaded with books.