Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain.

Your daily life is your temple and your religion. When you enter into it take with you your all.

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

Yet you shall not deplore having known blindness, nor regret having been deaf. For in that day you shall know the hidden purposes in all things. And you shall bless darkness as you would bless light.

To love life through our labor is to be intimate with life's inmost secrets.

To know the pain of too much tenderness

And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also. For what is your friend that your should seek with him hours to kill? Seek with him always hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. And in the sweetness of friendship, let there be laughter, and the sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.