Is there a greater fault than being conscious of the other person’s faults?

It is the mind in us that yields to the laws made by us, but never the spirit in us.

Once I said to a poet, “We shall not know your worth until you die.” And he answered saying, “Yes, death is always the revealer. And if indeed you would know my worth it is that I have more in my heart than upon my tongue, and more in my desire than in my hand.”

Had I filled myself with all that you know what room should I have for all that you do not know?

How often have I attributed to myself crimes I have never committed, so that the other person may feel comfortable in my presence.