You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

You give but little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

Beauty has its own heavenly language, loftier than the voices of tongues and lips. It is a timeless language, common to all humanity, a calm lake that attracts the singing rivulets to its depth and makes them silent. Only our spirits can understand beauty, or live and grow with it. It puzzles our minds; we are unable to describe it in words; it is a sensation that our eyes cannot see, derived from both the one who observes and the one who is looked upon. Real beauty is a ray which emanates from the holy of holies of the spirit, and illuminates the body, as life comes from the depths of the earth and gives color and scent to a flower. Real beauty lies in the spiritual accord that is called love which can exist between a man and a woman.

In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.

Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you.

Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.

All men, even the most surly are influenced by affection.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

Yesterday is but today's memory, tomorrow is today's dream.

To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but what he aspires to.

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

The murdered is not unaccountable for his own murder,
And the robbed is not blameless in being robbed.
The righteous is not innocent of the deeds of the wicked,
And the white-handed is not clean in the doings of the felon.
Yea, the guilty is oftentimes the victim of the injured,
And still more often the condemned is the burden-bearer for the guiltless and unblamed.
You cannot separate the just from the unjust and the good from the wicked;
For they stand together before the face of the sun even as the black thread and the white are woven together.
And when the black thread breaks, the weaver shall look into the whole cloth, and he shall examine the loom also.

When you reach the heart of life you shall find beauty in all things, even in the eyes in that are blind to beauty.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then shall you begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Perplexity is the beginning of knowledge.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

Love without beauty is like flowers without fragrance.

Yea, we are twin brothers, O, Night; for thou revealest space and I reveal my soul.

How shall you punish those whose remorse is already greater than their misdeeds?

Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your
laughter rises was oftentime filled with your tears...
When you are joyous, look deep into
your heart and you shall find it is only
that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in
your heart, and you shall see that in truth
you are weeping for that which has been
your delight.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear — a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence.
The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do — for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action.

The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the greatest intention.

Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

If you could hear the whispering of the dream you would hear no other sound.

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.