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

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.

Perhaps time’s definition of coal is the diamond.

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.

I use hate as a weapon to defend myself; had I been strong, I would never have needed that kind of weapon.

Listen to the women when she looks at you, not when she talks to you.

If your knowledge teaches you not the value of things, and frees you not from the bondage to matter, you shall never come near the throne of Truth.