The important thing is to strive toward a goal which is not immediately visible. That goal is not the concern of the mind, but of the spirit.

I was wrong to grow older. Pity. I was so happy as a child.

It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.

You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.

He who bears in his heart a cathedral to be built is already victorious. He who seeks to become sexton of a finished cathedral is already defeated.

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.

Cries of despair, misery, sobbing grief are a kind of wealth.