Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.

wayfarers.

And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

chastisement.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

You are good when you are one with yourself. Yet when you are not one with yourself you are not evil. For a divided house is not a den of thieves; it is only a divided house.

For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?