“The more unintelligent a man is, the less mysterious existence seems to him.”

A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.

Great men are like eagles, and build their nest on some lofty solitude.

Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.

Religion is the masterpiece of the art of animal training, for it trains people as to how they shall think.

Marrying means to halve one’s rights and double one’s duties.

If we were not all so interested in ourselves, life would be so uninteresting that none of us would be able to endure it.

Life is a constant process of dying.

I have not yet spoken my last word about women. I believe that if a woman succeeds in withdrawing from the mass, or rather raising herself from above the mass, she grows ceaselessly and more than a man.

If I maintain my silence about my secret it is my prisoner, if I let it slip from my tongue, I am Its prisoner.

The world is my idea.

Faith is like love: it does not let itself be forced.

Life is short and truth works far and lives long: let us speak the truth.

A high degree of intellect tends to make a man unsocial.

Universal compassion is the only guarantee of morality.

Happiness consists of the frequent repetition of pleasure.

Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom.

“I wish things we different” he said. “we are the ones that make the difference” she said.

They gave our Master a crown of thorns, why do we hope for a crown of roses?

A man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven.

The more you let go. The more you are whole.

How can I be anywhere that I am, when I dream of being everywhere that I’m not?

Everyone, whether he is self-denying or self-indulgent, is seeking after the Beloved. Every place may be the shrine of love, whether it be mosque or synagogue.

Sleep and death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.

Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.