“It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.”

“He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked.The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.”

“My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear — a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.”

“They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.”

“Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward, And then I shall stand among you a seafarer among seafarers.”

“Much of your pain is self-chosen.It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility:For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.”

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