We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.

That deed which in our guilt we today call weakness, will appear tomorrow as an essential link in the complete chain of Man.

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.

Love is quivering happiness.

It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.