No man can reveal to you nothing but that which already lies half-asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.

If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

Knowledge cultivates your seeds and does not sow in your seeds.

Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.