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.

Lovers embrace that which is between them rather than each other.

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.

It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.

Verily the kindness that gazes upon itself in a mirror turns to stone, and a good deed that calls itself by tender names becomes the parent to a curse.

He who repeats what he does not understand is no better than an ass that is loaded with books.

Passionate love is a quenchless thirst.