You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun.

All men love you for themselves. I love you for yourself.

I deserted the world and sought solitude because I became tired of rendering courtesy to those multitudes who believe that humility is a sort of weakness, and mercy a kind of cowardice, and snobbery a form of strength.

Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?

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

He alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life.