Yesterday is ever jealous of...tomorrow.

Many are the places of worship, but few indeed are those who worship in Spirit and in truth.

We fear death, yet we long for slumber and beautiful dreams.

My yearning is my cup, my burning thirst is my drink, and my solitude is my intoxication; I do not and shall not quench my thirst. But in this burning that is never extinguished is a joy that never wanes.

He that tries to seize an opportunity after it has passed him by is like one who sees it approach but will not go to meet it.

A truth is to be known always, to be uttered sometimes.

Trickery succeeds sometimes, but it always commits suicide.