Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature.

The blame is his who chooses: God is blameless.

Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself.

What essence is to generation, that truth is to belief.

And when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other's sight, as I may say, even for a moment.

I will prove by my life that my critics are liars.

He who is not a good servant will not be a good master.