It is the function of perfection to make one know one's imperfection.
Is any man skillful enough to have fashioned himself?
We should never use the truth to wound.
In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created. You were with me, but I was not with you. Created things kept me from you; yet if they had not been in you, they would have not been at all.
What is time? If I am not asked, I know; if I am asked, I don't.
If we tread our vices under our feet, we make of them a ladder by which to rise to higher things.