Much of your pain is self-chosen.

You may chain my hands, you may shackle my feet; you may even throw me into a dark prison; but you shall not enslave my thinking, because it is free!

Only love and death will change all things.

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

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.

If a man loses a dear friend, he looks around and sees many friends come to console and comfort him. If a man loses his wealth, after a little thought he will realize that the delight that came from wealth will be restored by finding more. Thus he forgets his loss and is consoled. But if a man's heart is deprived of peace, where will he find it again, how will he replace it?

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