The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.
Straight ahead you can't go very far.
When faith burns itself out, 'tis God who dies and thenceforth proves unavailing.
Cries of despair, misery, sobbing grief are a kind of wealth.
I know but one freedom and that is the freedom of the mind.
We are forever responsible for that which we have tamed.