Even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you, so the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the lowest which is in you also.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

Even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

He who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

The poet is a bird of strange moods. He descends from his lofty domain to tarry among us, singing; if we do not honor him he will unfold his wings and fly back to his dwelling place.

Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

Verily the kindness that gazes upon itself in a mirror turns to stone, And a good deed that calls itself by tender names becomes the parent to a curse.

In the mouth of Society are many diseased teeth, decayed to the bones of the jaws. But Society makes no effort to have them extracted and be rid of the affliction. It contents itself with gold fillings.