You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.
Self-growth is a spiral: we keep returning to the lessons we need to learn over and over again until they're assimilated.
Important encounters are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.
Another reason why we must love our enemies is that hate scars the soul and distorts the personality.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one's appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.
Those who intend on becoming great should love neither themselves nor their own things, but only what is just, whether it happens to be done by themselves or others.
Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.