Work is love made visible.

He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked. The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

Spare me the political events and power struggles, as the whole earth is my homeland and all men are my fellow countrymen.

And only the sure of foot can give a hand to him who stumbles.

What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself, but if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires.