The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.

that which is eternal within the moment only becomes shallow if spread out in time.

All that is not given is lost.

If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.

The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.

Let my love like sunlight surround you and yet give you illumined freedom.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.