You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth./The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to be a spring of flowing water that the thirsty pass by, and from which they avoid drinking.

The just is close to the people's heart, but the merciful is close to the heart of God.

Then it is also in my heart to be worthy of your hate.

Perhaps time’s definition of coal is the diamond.

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

And if you would know God, be not therefore a solver of riddles. Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children.