For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

Nature reaches out to us with welcoming arms, and bids us enjoy her beauty; but we dread her silence and rush into the crowded cities, there to huddle like sheep fleeing from a ferocious wolf.

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life.

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.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself, but if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires.

Your daily life is your temple and your religion. When you enter into it take with you your all.

You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun.