When the morning's freshness has been replaced by the weariness of midday, when the leg muscles give under the strain, the climb seems endless, and suddenly nothing will go quite as you wish it is then that you must not hesitate.

Perhaps a great love is never returned.

The truth is so simple that it is regarded as a pretentious banality.

For all that has been, Thank you. For all that is to come, Yes!

I am the vessel. The draft is God's. And God is the thirsty one.

I have only my own burden to bear.

Forgiving is forgetting, in spite of remembering.