Your house is your larger body. It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless. Does not your house dream, and dreaming, leave the city for grove or hilltop?

You cannot judge any man beyond your knowledge of him, and how small is your knowledge.

I am bored with gabbers and their gab; my soul abhors them. . . . Is there any place where there is no traffic in empty talk? Is there on this earth one who does not worship himself talking?

Wit is often a mask. If you tear it you will find either genius irritated or cleverness juggling.

He who does not seek advice is a fool. His folly blinds him to Truth and makes him evil, stubborn, and a danger to his fellow man.

One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.

You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts.