Man struggles to find life outside himself, unaware that the life he is seeking is within him.
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you.
As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.
Persecution cannot harm him who stands by Truth. Did not Socrates fall proudly a victim in body? Was not Paul stoned for the sake of the Truth? It is our inner selves that hurt us when we disobey it, and it kills us when we betray it.