As One's Gifts Increase, His Friends Decrease.

Those Who Give You A Serpent When You Ask For A Fish, May Have Nothing But Serpents To Give.

For To Be Idle Is To Become A Stranger Unto The Seasons, And To Step Out Of Life’s Procession That Marches In Majesty And Proud Submission Towards The Infinite.

Much Of Your Pain Is Self-chosen.

The Teacher Who Is Indeed Wise Does Not Bid You To Enter The House Of His Wisdom But Rather Leads You To The Threshold Of Your Mind.

The Heart's Affections Are Divided Like The Branches Of The Cedar Tree; If The Tree Loses One Strong Branch; It Will Suffer But It Does Not Die; It Will Pour All Its Vitality Into The Next Branch So That It Will Grow And Fill The Empty Place.