It's always winter but it's never Christmas.

Actually it seems to me that one can hardly say anything either bad enough or good enough about life.

Awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters.

If I had really cared as I thought I did about the sorrows of the world I should not have been so overwhelmed when my own sorrow came- I thought I trusted the rope until it mattered to me whether it would bear me, now it matters and I find I didn't.

When once a man is launched on such an adventure as this, he must bid farewell to hopes and fears, otherwise death or deliverance will both come too late to save his honor and his reason. Ho, my beauties!

Forgiveness does not mean excusing.

How monotonously alike all the great tyrants and conquerors have been: how gloriously different are the saints.