Children with heaven in their eyes and an air of mystery about them, meditative and quiet, friends of God, friends of all, loved and loving and asking very little from the outer world, because they have more than enough within. They are classed as the dreamers, but they are really seers. They do not ask much and they do not need much beyond a reverent guardianship and to be let alone and allowed to grow; they will find this way for they are 'taught of God.

Life is a solitude.

We can sanctify ourselves in common things. We must do so.

In no order of things is adolescence the time of the simple life.

Isn't it wonderful that two of the most sacred and symbolic plants, the olive and the vine, live on almost nothing, a terrace of limestone, sun and rain.

Egypt is full of dreams, mysteries, memories.

Are democracy and poetry exclusive of one another and, if so, why?