+ " The real test of good manners is to tolerate bad manners pleasantly."
+ "If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind."
+ "No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge."
+ "The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness. And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream."
+ "Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite."
+ " Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral."
+ " The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain."
+ "My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues."
+ " One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life."
+ "Seven times I have despised my soul:
The first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height.
The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled.
The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy, and she chose the easy.
The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that others also commit wrong.
The fifth time when she forbode for weakness, and attributed her patience to strength.
The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.
And the seventh time when she sang a song of praise, and deemed it a virtue."
+ "The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose."
+ "I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that was but a single countenance as if held in a mould.
I have seen a face whose sheen I could look through to the ugliness beneath, and a face whose sheen I had to lift to see how beautiful it was.
I have seen an old face much lined with nothing, and a smooth face in which all things were graven.
I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath."
+ "Remember only that I smiled. I do not atone-nor sacrifice-nor wish for glory; and I have nothing to forgive. I thirsted-and I besought you to give me my blood to drink. For what is there can quench a madman's thirst but his own blood? I was dumb-and I asked wounds of you for mouths. I was imprisoned in your days and nights-and I sought a door into larger days and nights.
And now I go-as others already crucified have gone. And think not we are weary of crucifixion. For we must be crucified by larger and yet larger men, between greater earths and greater heavens."
+ "Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion.
"Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave, eats a bread it does not harvest, and drinks a wine that flows not from its own winepress.
"Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero, and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful.
"Pity the nation that despises a passion in its dream, yet submits in its awakening.