joy and sorrow are inseparable. . . together they come and when one sits alone with you . . remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.

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.

The only time a juggler / Appeals to me / Is when I see him / Miss the ball.

Humanity is a river of light running from the ex-eternity to eternity.

You shall be held down by the chains of your own judgment.

I purified my lips with sacred fire that I might speak of love, but when I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself mute.