Someone spilled the ink on the canvas. Now boasts: "I painted the night".

We manage to swallow flesh, only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing we do.

The best kind of wealth is to give up inordinate desires.

Death belongs to life as birth does The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down

A teacher can never truly teach unless he is still learning himself. A lamp can never light another lamp unless it continues to burn its own flame. The teacher who has come to the end of his subject, who has no living traffic with his knowledge but merely repeats his lesson to his students, can only load their minds, he cannot quicken them.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which, once realised, makes all movements full of meaning and joy.