I am bored with gabbers and their gab; my soul abhors them. . . . Is there any place where there is no traffic in empty talk? Is there on this earth one who does not worship himself talking?

Then a lawyer said, But what of our laws, master? And he answered: 'You delight in laying down laws. Yet you delight more in breaking them.

It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.

You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun.

But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

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

To know the pain of too much tenderness