True love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have.

I have always learned to distinguish the important from the urgent.

The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.

Only he can understand what a farm is, what a country is, who shall have sacrificed part of himself to his farm or country, fought to save it, struggled to make it beautiful. Only then will the love of farm or country fill his heart.

What value has compassion that does not take its object in its arms?

The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.

It is always in the midst, in the epicenter, of your troubles that you find serenity.