You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the same well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

The teacher gives not of his wisdom, but rather of his faith and lovingness.

They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.

Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful. And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy, you may find in them a harness and a chain. Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your body and less of your raiment.

When you have solved all the mysteries of life you long for death, for it is but another mystery of life.