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

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

Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.

It is only when you are pursued that you become swift.

Advance, and never halt, for advancing is perfection. Advance and do not fear the thorns in the path, for they draw only corrupt blood.

How narrow is the vision that exalts the busyness of the ant above the singing of the grasshopper.

If indeed you must be candid, be candid beautifully.