Zealots there are in crowds; but the masters of moderation are few and far between. Of these few the first and greatest is Chaucer... Unfortunately, he lived at a time when modern English was still in formation.. a thousand treasures of humane, unzealous wisdom have remained for 400 years almost undiscoverably buried int eh depths of Chaucer's Middle English.

Zarathustra—who never claimed for himself to be more than a man—was transfigured retrospectively by his followers when they had come to believe that from Zarathustra's seed a superhuman savior, the Saoshyant, was to be begotten at the end of Time.

Youth passes – so does spring. Old age comes – so do winter’s lovely snowscapes… I’m bursting with energy, so I’ll jog or climb Mount Hua. I’m too ill to move, so I’ll enjoy my warm bed and meditate

Youth is wasted on the young.

Yours are the eyes through which he looks compassion on this world. Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good. Yours are the hands through which he blesses all the world.

Your true nature is something never lost to you even in moments of delusion, nor is it gained at the moment of Enlightenment.

Your thoughts are not your experiences, they are an echo and after-effect of your experiences: as when your room trembles when a carriage goes past.

Your thighs are apple trees. Your knees are a southern breeze.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Your surroundings don't matter. God is with you everywhere -- in the market place as well as in seclusion or in the church. If you look for nothing but God, nothing or no one can disturb you.

Your spouse is going to be dead soon. You are going to be dead soon. Be nice to each other.

Your soul is nourished when you are kind, destroyed when you are cruel.

Your religion, although it has some good points, such as worship of the great Being, and the necessity of being just and charitable, is otherwise nothing but a rehash of Judaism and a tedious collection of fairy tales. If the archangel Gabriel had brought the leaves of the Koran to Mahomet from some planet, all Arabia would have seen Gabriel come down : nobody saw him; therefore Mahomet was a brazen impostor who deceived imbeciles.

Your purpose in life is to find your purpose and give your whole heart and soul to it.

Your possessions should be proportionate to the needs of your body, just as the shoe should fit the foot.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... watch with serenity through the winders of your grief.

Your own worst enemy cannot harm you as much as your thoughts if left unguarded; but, if guarded, nothing or no one could help you as much—not even your mother or father.

Your own soul is nourished when you are kind; it is destroyed when you are cruel.

Your own purpose should seek harmony with nature itself for this is the true road to freedom... Understand that nature as a whole is ordered according to reason, but that not everything in nature is reasonable.

Your own mind, uncontrived, is the body of ultimate enlightenment.