The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.

I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

Our worst fault is our preoccupation with the faults of others.

Love is a gracious host to his guests though to the unbidden his house is a mirage and a mockery.

Some who are too scrupulous to steal your possessions nevertheless see no wrong in tampering with your thoughts.

Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.

But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you?