In the depths of your hopes and desires, lies your silent knowledge of the beyond, and like seeds dreaming beneath the snow, your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

The strong grows in solitude where the weak withers away.

For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.

Exaggeration is truth that has lost its temper.

Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.

The thirst of soul is sweeter than the wine of material things, and the fear of spirit is dearer than the security of the body.

Love passes by us, robed in meekness; but we flee from her in fear, or hide in the darkness; or else pursue her, to do evil in her name.