And how shall you punish those whose remorse is already greater than their misdeeds?

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree.

Exaggeration is truth that has lost its temper.

Wit is often a mask. If you tear it you will find either genius irritated or cleverness juggling.

Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.