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

But now I have learned to listen to silence. To hear its choirs singing the song of ages, chanting the hymns of space, and disclosing the secrets of eternity.

A look which reveals inward stress adds more beauty to the face, no matter how much tragedy and pain it bespeaks; but the face which, in silence, does not announce hidden mysteries is not beautiful, regardless of the symmetry of its features.

In friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures.

The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.

A teacher can only lead you to the threshold of your own mind.

Some think I wink at them when I shut my eyes to avoid their sight.