Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.

Life is but a sleep disturbed by dreaming, prompted by the will; the saddened soul with sadness hides it's secrets, and the gay, with thrill.

Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

The feelings we live through in love and in loneliness are simply, for us, what high tide and low tide are to the sea.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

Advance, and never halt, for advancing is perfection. Advance and do not fear the thorns in the path, for they draw only corrupt blood.

Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.