Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness.

Those to whom worshiping is a window, to open but also to shut, have not yet visited the house of their souls whose windows are open from dawn to dawn.

My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear — a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.

Tears have cleansed my eyes, and errors have taught me the language of the hearts.

For in truth it is life that gives unto life-while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

I had a second birth when my soul and my body loved one another and were married.

You shall be held down by the chains of your own judgment.