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

Sometimes, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day.

Confuse not love with the raptures of possession, which bring the cruellest of sufferings. For, notwithstanding the general opinion, love does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love's opposite.

A chief is a man who assumes responsibility. He says 'I was beaten,' he does not say 'My men were beaten.'

You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

There is no growth except in the fulfillment of obligations.

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.