But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you?

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

What of the old serpent who cannot shed his skin, and calls all others naked and shameless?

Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.

When we turn to one another for counsel we reduce the number of our enemies.

I purified my lips with sacred fire that I might speak of love, but when I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself mute.

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable. You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons. Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.