I carry my thoughts about me for a long time, often a very long time, before I write them down; meanwhile my memory is so faithful that I am sure never to forget, not even in years, a theme that has once occurred to me.

Don't regard yourself as too divine to improve, occasionally, your own works.

She was such a good loving mother, my best friend. Oh, who was happier than I when I could still say the dear name "Mother," and it was heard, and whom can I say it to now?

Never forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

I love a tree more than a man.

Oh you men who think or say that I am malevolent, stubborn, or misanthropic, how greatly do you wrong me. You do not know the secret cause which makes me seem that way to you. Oh how harshly was I flung back by the doubly sad experience of my bad hearing.

There is no loftier mission than to approach the Divinity nearer than other men, and to disseminate the divine rays among mankind.