One must find the source within one's own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking -- a detour, an error.

Every healthy person must have a goal in life and that life must have content.

There is, so I believe, in the essence of everything, something that we cannot call learning. There is, my friend, only a knowledge - that is everywhere.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

All the books of the world full of thoughts and poems are nothing in comparison to a minute of sobbing, when feeling surges in waves, the soul feels itself profoundly and finds itself. Tears are the melting ice of snow. All angels are close to the crying person.

All life was a breath exhaled by God. All dying was a breath inhaled by God.

All it has experienced, tasted, suffered: The course of years, generations of animals, Oppression, recovery, friendship of sun and - Wind Will pour forth each day in the song Of its rustling foliage, in the friendly Gesture of its gently swaying crown, In the delicate sweet scent of resinous Sap moistening the sleep-glued buds, And the eternal game of lights and Shadows it plays with itself, content.