Translations increase the faults of a work and spoil its beauties.

my soul is the mirror of the universe, and my body is its frame

Meditation is the dissolution of thoughts in Eternal awareness or Pure consciousness without objectification, knowing without thinking, merging finitude in infinity.

The Pope is an idol whose hands are tied and whose feet are kissed.

History is only the pattern of silken slippers descending the stairs to the thunder of hobnailed boots climbing upward from below.

You despise books; you whose lives are absorbed in the vanities of ambition, the pursuit of pleasure or indolence; but remember that all the known world, excepting only savage nations, is governed by books.

If it's too silly to be said, it can always be sung.