My yearning is my cup, my burning thirst is my drink, and my solitude is my intoxication; I do not and shall not quench my thirst. But in this burning that is never extinguished is a joy that never wanes.

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

Those who give you a serpent when you ask for a fish, may have nothing but serpents to give.

For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.

Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.

You who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness.