And what word is knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?

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

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.

Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.

He who is more mindful of one, loses the love and the faith of both.

When we oppose the hidden conscience, it does us hurt. When we betray it, it judges us.

Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.