You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.

Prayer is the song of the heart. It reaches the ear of God even if it is mingled with the cry and the tumult of a thousand men.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.

Sit by me, my beloved, and listen to my heart; smile, for your happiness is a symbol of our future.

Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason." And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion.

Yea, death and prison we mete out To small offenders of the laws, While honor, wealth, and full respect On greater pirates we bestow. To steal a flower we call mean. To rob a field is chivalry; Who kills the body he must die, Who kills the spirit he goes free.