You must let go of a thing for a new one to come to you.
Let a man then know his worth and keep things under his feet.
Love is the bright foreigner, the foreign self.
Cities give not the human senses room enough. We go out daily and nightly to feed the eyes on the horizon, and require so much scope, just as we need water for our bath.
If you believe in fate, believe in it, at least, for your good.
This one fact the world hates; that the soul becomes; for that forever degrades the past, turns all riches to poverty, all reputation to a shame, confounds the saint with the rogue, shoves Jesus and Judas equally aside.