Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

I use hate as a weapon to defend myself; had I been strong, I would never have needed that kind of weapon.

Passionate love is a quenchless thirst.

Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself.

A teacher can only lead you to the threshold of your own mind.

Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.

I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now.