Between the shores of the oceans and the summit of the highest mountain is a secret route that you must absolutely take before being one with the sons of the Earth.

And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?

Your freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom.

Even while the Earth sleeps we travel.

That deed which in our guilt we today call weakness, will appear tomorrow as an essential link in the complete chain of Man.

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

Friendship with the ignorant is as foolish as arguing with a drunkard.