Let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.

At ebb tide I wrote a line upon the sand, and gave it all my heart and all my soul. At flood tide I returned to read what I had inscribed and found my ignorance upon the shore.

Zeal is a volcano, the peak of which the grass of indecisiveness does not grow.

Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches; yet it sends our living roots deeper into the living heart of the living earth.

Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.

The mute grain turns to love songs when swallowed by the nightingale.