To the seeker after pearls, silence is a speaking argument, for no breath comes forth from the diver of the sea.

What does it profit you that all the libraries of the world should be yours? Not knowledge but what one does with knowledge is your profit.

The weeping of the candle is not in mourning for the moth: the dawn is at hand, and it is thinking of its own dark night.

The rosary in the hand, repentance on the lips, and the heart full of sinful longings-sin itself laughs at our repentance!

Ten doors are opened if one door be shut: the finger is the interpreter of the dumb man's tongue.

When poison becomes a habit, it ceases to injure: make your soul gradually acquainted with death.

Become placeless, for to change this place of water and clay is but to move from one prison to another.