“Build of your imaginings a bower in the wilderness ere you build a house within the city walls.”

“Then a ploughman said, speak to us of work: in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,And to love life through labour is to be intimate with inmost secrets.And what is it to work with love?It is to weave the cloth with threads from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit .It is to change all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit.He who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is nobler than he who ploughs the soil.”

“It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.”

“Your house is your larger body.”

“Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast.”

“If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind.”

“Would that I could gather your houses into my hand, and like a sower scatter them in forest and meadow.”