Without anxiety life would have very little savor.

There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.

At any moment solitude may put on the face of loneliness.

Life comes in clusters, clusters of solitude, then a cluster when there is hardly time to breathe.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

We cannot afford not to fight for growth and understanding, even when it is painful, as it is bound to be.

It is curious how any making of order makes one feel mentally ordered, ordered inside.