If it is true that it is the simplicity of the Einsteinian formulae which constitutes their difficulty, that they are so obvious as to escape notice, it seems to me that this applies to events in life, numberless happenings, perhaps the basic ones, which we, saturated in detail and hurrying through subdivisions, lose sight of.

The truth which may not be told, is the truth which cannot be told.

Build a little fence of trust around today; Fill the space with loving deeds, and therein stay.

Nature has a counterpart, a representation of every interior mood and obscure perception of man.

Sink twice before you strike out for land.

Frog or pearl, life hid something at the bottom of the cup.

Not till the end of the war will there be any time for art or love or magic again. Perhaps never again.