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

Like the ocean is your god-self; It remains for ever undefiled. And like the ether it lifts but the winged. Even like the sun is your god-self; It knows not the ways of the mole nor seeks it the holes of the serpent. But your god-self does not dwell alone in your being. Much in you is still man, and much in you is not yet man, But a shapeless pigmy that walks asleep in the mist searching for its own awakening.

you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?

When you have grasped a problem clearly, face it with resolution, for that is the way of the strong.

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

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.