Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

He who has not been bitten by the serpents of light and snapped at by the wolves of darkness will always be deceived by the days and the nights.

In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.

A shy failure is nobler than an immodest success.

What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue.