And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?

Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you.

To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to.

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.

The very strength that protects the heart from injury is the strength that prevents the heart from enlarging to its intended greatness within. The song of the voice is sweet, but the song of the heart is the pure voice of heaven.

He who passes not his days in the realm of dreams is the slave of the days.