And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in drunkenness. But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement. They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest of a summer.

Seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line. For self is a sea boundless and measureless.

Love is the veil between lover and lover.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

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.

Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.