Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

I have never considered myself a poet. Therefore, I am not a rival of anyone, and I do not consider anybody my rival.

The Ego is partly free. partly determined, and reaches fuller freedom by approaching the Individual who is most free: God.

Indeed, in view of its function, religion stands in greater need of a rational foundation of its ultimate principles than even the dogmas of science.

Why should I ask the wise men: Whence is my beginning? I am busy with the thought: Where will be my end?

The soul is neither inside nor outside the body; neither proximate to nor separate from it.

Become dust - and they will throw thee in the air; Become stone - and they will throw thee on glass.