And before my Soul took me to task I was hard of hearing; I heard only tumult and uproar. But now I am all ears listening to the silence and its choirs singing the hymns of time, intoning the praises of the firmament, revealing the secrets of the invisible.

The fool sees naught but folly; and the madman only madness. Yesterday I asked a foolish man to count the fools among us. He laughed and said, "This is too hard a thing to do, and it will take too long. Were it not better to count only the wise?"

Darkness is dawn not yet born.

Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.

They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.

Reason is not like the goods sold in the market places--the more plentiful they are, the less they are worth. Reason's worth waxes with her abundance. But were she sold in the market, it is only the wise man who would understand her true value.

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.