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.

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.

You give birth to that on which you fix your mind

All of us have had the experience of a sudden joy that came when nothing in the world had forewarned us of its coming - a joy so thrilling that if it was born of misery we remembered even the misery with tenderness.

The flower you single out is a rejection of all other flowers; nevertheless, only on these terms is it beautiful.

Of what worth are convictions that bring not suffering?

What does tamed mean? It's something that's been too often neglected. It means to create ties.