My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me to love what the people abhor and to show good will toward the one they hate. It showed me that Love is a property not of the lover but of the beloved. Before my Soul taught me, Love was for me a delicate thread stretched between two adjacent pegs, but now it has been transformed into a halo; its first is its last, and its last is its first. It encompasses every being, slowly expanding to embrace all that ever will be.

Philosophy's work is finding the shortest path between two points.

As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.

Let us disperse from our aloofness and serve the weak who made us strong, and cleanse the country in which we live. Let us teach this miserable nation to smile and rejoice with heaven's bounty and glory of life and freedom.

What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?

You cannot judge any man beyond your knowledge of him, and how small is your knowledge.

To love life through our labor is to be intimate with life's inmost secrets.