Time always seems long to the child who is waiting - for Christmas, for next summer, for becoming a grownup: long also when he surrenders his whole soul to each moment of a happy day.

If only I may grow: firmer, simpler, quieter, warmer.

Never let success hide its emptiness from you, achievement its nothingness, toil its desolation. And so...keep alive the incentive to push on further, that pain in the soul which drives us beyond ourselves...Do not look back. And do not dream about the future, either. It will neither give you back the past, nor satisfy your other daydreams. Your duty, your reward - your destiny - are here and now.

It is more noble to give yourself completely to one individual than to labor diligently for the salvation of the masses.

The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.

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

Never look down to test the ground before taking your next step; only he who keeps his eye fixed on the far horizon will find the right road.