Work, especially good work, becomes easy only when desire has learnt to discipline itself.

My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.

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

Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

Discipline divorced from wisdom is not true discipline, but merely the meaningless following of custom, which is only a disguise for stupidity.

Poems On Love Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty. Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom. Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.