In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn.

Everyone has experienced that truth: that love, like a running brook, is disregarded, taken for granted; but when the brook freezes over, then people begin to remember how it was when it ran, and they want it to run again.

How narrow is the vision that exalts the busyness of the ant above the singing of the grasshopper.

Your freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom.

God has made many doors opening into truth which He opens to all who knock upon them with hands of faith.

You are not enclosed within your bodies, nor confined to houses or fields. That which is you dwells above the mountain and roves with the wind.

He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked. The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.