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

Be like the flower, turn your faces to the sun.

The heart's affections are divided like the branches of the cedar tree; if the tree loses one strong branch; it will suffer but it does not die; it will pour all its vitality into the next branch so that it will grow and fill the empty place.

You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts.

When life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.

Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.

Even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you, so the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the lowest which is in you also.