There is no harsher means of punishment, than to answer malice with kindness.

There is only one woman in the world. One woman, with many faces.

I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream. But I feel all the powers of the universe whirling within me.

Happy the youth who believes that his duty is to remake the world and bring it more in accord with virtue and justice, more in accord with his own heart. Woe to whoever commences his life without lunacy.

Truly, everything in this world depended on time. Time ripened all. If you had time, you succeeded in working the human mud internally and turning it into spirit. Then you did not fear death. If you did not have time, you perished.

What happiness this is: to fly, skimming over the earth just as we do in our dreams! Life has become a dream. Can this be the meaning of paradise?

Every perfect traveler always creates the country where he travels.