Don't forget to love yourself.

Love does not alter the beloved, it alters itself.

Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe forth their love for each other, to let their souls blend in a soft whisper, so the mystic longs for the moment when in prayer he can, as it were, creep into God.

Marriage brings one into fatal connection with custom and tradition, and traditions and customs are like the wind and weather, altogether incalculable.

How absurd men are! They never use the liberties they have, they demand those they do not have. They have freedom of thought, they demand freedom of speech.

Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it.

I begin with the principle that all men are bores. Surely no one will prove himself so great a bore as to contradict me in this.

What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.

The function of prayer is not to influence God, but rather to change the nature of the one who prays.

Patience is necessary, and one cannot reap immediately where one has sown.