My house says to me, "do not leave me, for here dwells your past." And the road says to me, "Come and follow me, for I am your future." And I say to both my house and the road, "I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go there is a staying in my going. Only love and death change all things."

For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.

A man can be free without being great, but no man can be great without being free.

Hate is a dead thing. Who of you would be a tomb?

And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree.

You are not enclosed within your bodies, nor confined to houses or fields. That which is you dwells above the mountain and roves with the wind.

Safeguarding the rights of others is the most noble and beautiful end of a human being.