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

The fool sees naught but folly; and the madman only madness. Yesterday I asked a foolish man to count the fools among us. He laughed and said, "This is too hard a thing to do, and it will take too long. Were it not better to count only the wise?"

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.

The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Enthusiasm is a volcano on whose top never grows the grass of hesitation.

He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked. The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.