The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.

A sense of humour is a sense of proportion.

And when you were a silent word upon Life's quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued.

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

And before my Soul took me to task I was hard of hearing; I heard only tumult and uproar. But now I am all ears listening to the silence and its choirs singing the hymns of time, intoning the praises of the firmament, revealing the secrets of the invisible.

Darkness is dawn not yet born.

Even while the Earth sleeps we travel.