Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself.

Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

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

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.