Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Love is a gracious host to his guests though to the unbidden his house is a mirage and a mockery.

The longing for paradise is paradise itself.

Wisdom stands at the turn in the road and calls upon us publicly, but we consider it false and despise its adherents.

Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the center of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?

When you are born, your work is placed in your heart.

The best of man is he who blushes when you praise him and remains silent when you defame him.