The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.

Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain them!

Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less; but that he who loves can only love with the whole heart, and with the whole soul; with all his strength and with all his will.

It is the heart that makes the critic, not the nose.

Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.

To me this technical acceptation seems not applicable here, where we have to deal with the simplest moral precepts, and not with psychological niceties of Buddhist philosophy.

Christianity is a missionary religion, converting, advancing, aggressive, encompassing the world; a non-missionary church is in the bands of death.