A root is a flower that disdains fame.

And when you were a silent word upon Life's quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued.

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.

And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.

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

No lower can a man descend than to interpret his dreams into gold and silver.

Why dispute what we shall be, when we know not even what we are.