Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.

The highest virtue here may be least in another world.

The eye of a human being is a microscope, which makes the world seem bigger than it really is.

When you love you should not think you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

For truth and the spirit will abide with the morrow.

Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves in Autumn and become naked in Winter without fearing blame.