My mistress has come home; at last I've seen her. Now I'm ready to die.

If our life has a meaning, an aim, it has nothing to do with our personal happiness, but something wiser and greater.

Nature's law says that the strong must prevent the weak from living, but only in a newspaper article or textbook can this be packaged into a comprehensible thought. In the soup of everyday life, in the mixture of minutia from which human relations are woven, it is not a law. It is a logical incongruity when both strong and weak fall victim to their mutual relations, unconsciously subservient to some unknown guiding power that stands outside of life, irrelevant to man.

Calculating selfishness is the annihilation of self.

What a delight it is to respect people!

Only one who loves can remember so well.

These people have learned not from books, but in the fields, in the wood, on the river bank. Their teachers have been the birds themselves, when they sang to them, the sun when it left a glow of crimson behind it at setting, the very trees, and wild herbs.