And how shall you punish those whose remorse is already greater than their misdeeds?
I am a stranger in this world, and there is a severe solitude and painful lonesomeness in my exile.
Desire is half of life; indifference is half of death.
No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
Life is not only merriment,It is desire and determination.
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the...
Have mercy on me, my Soul.You have shown me Beauty,But then concealed her.You and Beauty live in the light;Ignorance and I are bound together in the dark.Will e'er the light invade darkness?Your delig...
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
Smile, my beloved, like the gold smiles from my father's coffers.
Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.
What is word knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?
Defeat, my defeat, my deathless courage, You and I shall laugh together with the storm, And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us, and we shall stand in the sun with a will, And we shall...
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.
When you reach the end of what you should know, you will be at the beginning of what you should sense.
Generosity is not in giving me that which I need more than you do, but it is in giving me that which you need more than I do.
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.But let there be no scales to weigh your unknow...
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if to love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: to melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know t...
Art thou like me, child of my darkest heart? And dost thou think my untamed thoughts and speak my vast language? Yea, we are twin brothers, O, Night; for thou revealest space and I reveal my soul.