In each individual the spirit is made flesh, in each one the whole of creation suffers, in each one a Savior is crucified.

People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest.

...and the vessel was not full, his intellect was not satisfied, his soul was not at peace, his heart was not still.

I have always been a great dreamer; in dreams I am more active than in my real life, and these shadows sapped me of health and energy.

Fortunately, like most children, I had learned what is most valuable, most indispensable for life before school years began, taught by apple trees, by rain and sun, river and woods.

Everyone can reach his goal, if he can think, wait and fast.

Deeply, he felt the love for the run-away in his heart, like a wound, and he felt at the same time that this wound had not been given to him in order to turn the knife in it, that it had to become a blossom and had to shine. That this wound did not blossom yet, did not shine yet, at this hour, made him sad. Instead of the desired goal, which had drawn him here following the runaway son, there was now emptiness.