The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.
In every aspect of the day Jesus was aware of the Father. He beheld Him in the clouds and in the shadows of the clouds that pass over the earth.
Trickery succeeds sometimes, but it always commits suicide.
He alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.
But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you?
Let your best be for your friend.