Work is love made visible.
The passage continues, “And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.”
Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”
Your children are not your children. / They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.
A house divided against itself cannot stand.
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, / The Man’s the gowd for a’ that.