When you reach the end of what you should know, you will be at the beginning of what you should sense.

At ebb tide I wrote a line upon the sand, and gave it all my heart and all my soul. At flood tide I returned to read what I had inscribed and found my ignorance upon the shore.

You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving." The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.

Your saying 'I do not understand you' is praise beyond my worth, and an insult you do not deserve.

I deserted the world and sought solitude because I became tired of rendering courtesy to those multitudes who believe that humility is a sort of weakness, and mercy a kind of cowardice, and snobbery a form of strength.

If it were not for guests all houses would be graves.

Which of you would be silent - when all else sings together in unison?