We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another, and no sunrise finds us where left by sunset. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of that tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind to be scattered.

Marriage is like a temple resting on two pillars. If they come too close to each other the temple will collapse.

My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.

But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you? You who travel with the wind, what weathervane shall direct your course? What man's law shall bind you if you break your yoke but upon no man's prison door? What laws shall you fear if you dance but stumble against no man's iron chains? And who is he that shall bring you to judgment if you tear off your garment yet leave it in no man's path? People of Orphalese, you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?

We fear death, yet we long for slumber and beautiful dreams.

You may strive to be like them but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

Love is trembling happiness.