Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason." And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion.

Life is weaker than Death and Death is weaker than Truth.

Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found a treasure?

One may not reach the dawn save by path of night.

Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.

A hermit is one who renounces the world of fragments that he may enjoy the world wholly and without interruption.

Tortoises can tell you more about the road than hares.