There is no "next" after you are dead and gone from your own world.

It's far better to make people angry than to make them ashamed.

A thorn can only be extracted if you know where it is.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

We are hidden in ourselves, like a truth hidden in isolated facts. When we know that this One in us is One in all, then our truth is revealed.

Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.