But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

All things in this vast universe exist in you, with you, and for you.

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

For a love to grow through the test of everyday living, one must respect that zone of privacy where one retires to relate to the inside instead of the outside.

Wisdom stands at the turn in the road and calls upon us publicly, but we consider it false and despise its adherents.

Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.

My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am they root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun.