No truth is proved, no truth achieved, by argument, and the ready-made truths men offer you are mere conveniences or drugs to make you sleep.
There is no growth except in the fulfillment of obligations.
We are prudent people. We are afraid to let go of our petty reality in order to grasp at a great shadow.
He who must travel happily must travel light.
The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.
Peace dies when the framework is ripped apart. When there is no longer a place that is yours in the world. When you know no longer where your friend is to be found.