These things he said in words. But much in his heart remained unsaid. For he himself could not speak his deeper secret.
We fear death, yet we long for slumber and beautiful dreams.
In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn.
To barter and lose is better than not to go forth.
They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.
Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.