He does not write at all whose poems no man reads

Light may earth's crumbling sand be laid on thee, that dogs may dig thy bones up easily

That which is really beautiful has no need of anything; not more than law, not more than truth, not more than benevolence or modesty.

Understand however that every man is worth just so much as the things are worth about which he busies himself.

Never forget that the universe is a single living organism possessed of one substance and one soul, holding all things suspended in a single consciousness and creating all things with a single purpose that they might work together spinning and weaving and knotting whatever comes to pass.

Dig inside. Inside is the fountain of good, and it will forever flow, if you will forever dig.

Take full account of what Excellencies you possess, and in gratitude remember how you would hanker after them, if you had them not.