The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

An eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind.

You are good when you are fully awake in your speech, Yet you are not evil when you sleep while your tongue staggers without purpose. And even stumbling speech may strengthen a weak tongue.

All work is empty save when there is love.

Strange that creatures without backbones have the hardest shells.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.