Wisdom is not in words; Wisdom is meaning within words.

Like the ocean is your god-self; It remains for ever undefiled. And like the ether it lifts but the winged. Even like the sun is your god-self; It knows not the ways of the mole nor seeks it the holes of the serpent. But your god-self does not dwell alone in your being. Much in you is still man, and much in you is not yet man, But a shapeless pigmy that walks asleep in the mist searching for its own awakening.

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

Extreme torture is mute, and so we sat silent, petrified, like columns of marble buried under the sand of an earthquake. Neither wished to listen to the other because our heart-threads had become weak and even breathing would have broken them.

Tears have cleansed my eyes, and errors have taught me the language of the hearts.

You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living.

Sayings remain meaningless until they are embodied in habits.