And what word is knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?

Nature reaches out to us with welcoming arms, and bids us enjoy her beauty; but we dread her silence and rush into the crowded cities, there to huddle like sheep fleeing from a ferocious wolf.

There are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue; They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.

A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle.

Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

The silence of the envious is too noisy.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.