My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me never to delight in praise or to be distressed by reproach. Before my Soul taught me, I doubted the value of my accomplishments until the passing days sent someone who would extol or disparage them. But now I know that trees blossom in the spring and give their fruits in the summer without any desire for accolades. And they scatter their leaves abroad in the fall and denude themselves in the winter without fear of reproof.

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

Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.

As one's gifts increase, his friends decrease.

Love provided me with a tongue and tears.

A teacher can only lead you to the threshold of your own mind.

The snow and the storm destroy the flower; but its seed they cannot kill.