When ideas fail, words come in very handy.

Why should we not recognize in the lightning, the thunder, and the storm wind, the approach of an overwhelming Power, and in the scent of flowers and the gently rustling zephyr the presence of a Being full of love?

If you call a thing bad you do little, if you call a thing good you do much

When she sees the leaves fall, they raise no other idea in her mind than that winter is approaching.

Colors are the deeds/ and sufferings of light.

Destiny grants us our wishes, but in its own way, in order to give us something beyond our wishes.

Out of moderation a pure happiness springs.