When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Yet has not Man wept at the sounds? And are not his tears eloquent understanding?

I use hate as a weapon to defend myself; had I been strong, I would never have needed that kind of weapon.

And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

Man struggles to find life outside himself, unaware that the life he is seeking is within him.

Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason." And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion.

You are good when you strive to give of yourself. Yet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself. For when you strive for gain you are but a root that clings to the earth and sucks at her breast. Surely the fruit cannot say to the root, 'Be like me, ripe and full and ever giving of your abundance.' For to the fruit giving is a need as receiving is a need to the root.