Nature takes no account of even the most reasonable of human excuses.
Life is very persistent and very ingenious in seizing every opportunity.
Not to have known - as most men have not - either the mountain or the desert is not to have known one's self. Not to have known one's self is to have known no one.
It is not ignorance but knowledge which is the mother of wonder.
Happiness is itself a kind of gratitude.
Only those within whose own consciousness the sun rise and set, the leaves burgeon and wither, can be said to be aware of what living is.