It is only when one is thoroughly true that there can be purity and freedom. Falsehood always punishes itself.

Gratitude is a soil on which joy thrives.

The world is the same everywhere.

The silver-leaved birch retains in its old age a soft bark; there are some such men.

Some men, like modern shops, hang everything in their show windows; when one goes inside, nothing is to be found.

In Nature there is no dirt, everything is in the right condition; the swamp and the worm, as well as the grass and the bird,-all is there for itself.

Our second mother, habit, is also a good mother.