You are far, far greater than you know - and all is well.

You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts.

Life is but a sleep disturbed by dreaming, prompted by the will; the saddened soul with sadness hides it's secrets, and the gay, with thrill.

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.

Wisdom stands at the turn in the road and calls upon us publicly, but we consider it false and despise its adherents.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.