Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.

Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.

You may forget with whom you laughed, but you will never forget with whom you wept.

How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream.

If you would behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one.

Should we all confess our sins to one another we would all laugh at one another for our lack of originality

We are the sons of Sorrow; we are the poets and the prophets and the musicians.