It is because they have no Oyarsa,' said one of the pupils. It is because everyone of them wants to be a little Oyarsa himself,' said Augray.

Life is too deep for words, so don't try to describe it, just live it.

A blessed spirit is a mould ever more and more patient of the bright metal poured into it, a body ever more completely uncovered to the meridian blaze of the spiritual sun.

Every poem can be considered in two ways--as what the poet has to say, and as a thing which he makes.

Be sure that the ins and outs of your individuality are no mystery to Him; and one day they will no longer be a mystery to you.

Perfect goodness can never debate about the end to be attained, and perfect wisdom cannot debate about the means most suited to achieve it.

No Christian and, indeed, no historian could accept the epigram which defines religion as 'what a man does with his solitude.'