How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?

You are good when you walk to your goal firmly and with bold steps. Yet you are not evil when you go thither limping. For those who limp go not backwards. But you who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness.

Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.

The poet is a bird of strange moods. He descends from his lofty domain to tarry among us, singing; if we do not honor him he will unfold his wings and fly back to his dwelling place.

Yet has not Man wept at the sounds? And are not his tears eloquent understanding?

Which of you would be silent - when all else sings together in unison?

Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons