We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.

Trickery succeeds sometimes, but it always commits suicide.

The saint and the sinner are twin brothers...one was born but the moment before the other.

And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless? But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons, And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

I came here to be for all and with all, and what I do today in my solitude will be echoed tomorrow by the multitude. What I say now with one heart will be said tomorrow by thousands of hearts.

The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it.

The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.