All men love you for themselves. I love you for yourself.

Is not the beautiful moon, that inspires poets, the same moon which angers the silence of the sea with a terrible roar?

Seven times have I despised my soul: The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life.

Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason." And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion.

Be like the flower, turn your faces to the sun.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.