You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

Life has two halves: one patient and one afire. Love is the fiery half. Make me, O Lord, food for the flames.

A hermit is one who renounces the world of fragments that he may enjoy the world wholly and without interruption.

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labor a misfortune. But I say to you that when you work you fulfill a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born.

The biggest thing in today's sorrow is the memory of yesterday's joy.

The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind.

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.