There is absolutely no man in the whole world who can possess one among you unless he first die.

St. Francis of Assisi was hoeing his garden when someone asked what he would do if he were suddenly to learn that he would die before sunset that very day. "I would finish hoeing my garden," he replied.

No one is to be called an enemy, all are your benefactors, and no one does you harm. You have no enemy except yourselves.

Ask the beasts and they will teach you the beauty of this earth.

The tree of love its roots hath spread Deep in my heart, and rears its head; Rich are its fruits: they joy dispense; Transport the heart, and ravish sense. In love's sweet swoon to thee I cleave, Bless'd source of love.

And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows.