Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.

The saint and the sinner are twin brothers...one was born but the moment before the other.

You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.

All that spirits desire, spirits attain.

The strong grows in solitude where the weak withers away.

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.

It is only when you are pursued that you become swift.