He who sees without loving is only straining his eyes in the darkness.

Physical suffering apart, not a single sorrow exists that can touch us except through our thoughts.

The true sage is not he who sees, but he who, seeing the furthest, has the deepest love for mankind.

There is no soul that does not respond to love, for the soul of man is a guest that has gone hungry these centuries back.

Most creatures have a vague belief that a very precarious hazard, a kind of transparent membrane, divides death from love; and that the profound idea of nature demands that the giver of life should die at the moment of giving.

Wisdom requires no form; her beauty must vary, as varies the beauty of flame. She is no motionless goddess, for ever couched on her throne.

It's good to slowly come to the realization that you understand nothing.