Be grateful as your deeds become less and less associated with your name, as your feet ever more lightly tread the earth.

Unless there is a spiritual renaissance, the world will know no peace.

To reach perfection, we must all pass, one by one, through the death of self-effacement.

Praise those of your critics for whom nothing is up to standard.

Time goes by, reputation increases, ability declines.

Here man is no longer the center of the world, only a witness, but a witness who is also a partner in the silent life of Nature, bound by secret affinities of the trees.

A task becomes a duty from the moment you suspect it to be an essential part of that integrity which alone entitles a man to assume responsibility.