Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.

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.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange.

A hermit is one who renounces the world of fragments that he may enjoy the world wholly and without interruption.

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