The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it.
We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.
No lower can a man descend than to interpret his dreams into gold and silver.
Work is love made visible.
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful. And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy, you may find in them a harness and a chain. Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your body and less of your raiment.
If any of you would bring judgment the unfaithful wife, let him also weight the heart of her husband in scales, and measure his soul with measurements.