Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

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.

The love of a parent for a child is the love that should grow towards separation.

They have exiled me now from their society and I am pleased, because humanity does not exile except the one whose noble spirit rebels against despotism and oppression. He who does not prefer exile to slavery is not free by any measure of freedom

I purified my lips with sacred fire that I might speak of love, but when I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself mute.

Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.

Advance, and never halt, for advancing is perfection. Advance and do not fear the thorns in the path, for they draw only corrupt blood.