But the problem is to make the soul into a monster.

It is the mind that maketh good or ill$$$ That maketh wretch or happy$$$ rich or poor.

You can use your story$$$ or your story can use you.

If your everyday life seems poor$$$ don't blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches.

I want to unfold.<br>I don't want to be folded anywhere$$$<br>because where I am folded$$$<br>there I am a lie.

All weakness$$$ all bondage is imagination.

Paradise is where I am.

Why don't you think of [God] as the one who is coming$$$ who has been approaching from all eternity... the ultimate fruit of a tree whose leaves we are.

Do not$$$ do not$$$ do not books for ever hammer at people like perpetual bells? When$$$ between two books$$$ silent sky appears: be glad.

Leave to your opinions their own quiet undisturbed development$$$ which$$$ like all progress$$$ must come from deep within and cannot be pressed or hurried by anything.