The vices we scoff at in others laugh at us within ourselves.
The man without a navel still lives in me.
We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.
We term sleep a death, and yet it is waking that kills us, and destroys those spirits that are the house of life.
Be substantially great in thyself, and more than thou appearest unto others.
The discourses of the table among true loving friends are held in strict silence.