To belittle, you have to be little.

And when you were a silent word upon Life's quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued.

Some who are too scrupulous to steal your possessions nevertheless see no wrong in tampering with your thoughts.

When I planted my pain in the field of patience it bore fruit of happiness.

In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.

When we oppose the hidden conscience, it does us hurt. When we betray it, it judges us.

When you look closely people are so strange & so complicated that they're actually beautiful.