We don’t ask to be eternal beings. We only ask that things do not lose all their meaning.

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.

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

There is no hope of joy except in human relations.

You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed.

Peace is present when things form part of a whole greater than their sum, as the diverse minerals in the ground collect to become the tree.

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