You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving." The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.

Let passion fill your sails, but let reason be your rudder.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

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

The truly great man is he who would master no one, and who would be mastered by none.

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.

That deed which in our guilt we today call weakness, will appear tomorrow as an essential link in the complete chain of Man.