Conscience is a just but weak judge. Weakness leaves it powerless to execute its judgment.

Is not the beautiful moon, that inspires poets, the same moon which angers the silence of the sea with a terrible roar?

My proof convinces the ignorant, and the wise man's proof convinces me. But he whose reasoning falls between wisdom and ignorance, I neither can convince him, nor can he convince me.

To belittle, you have to be little.

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life.