Where roads are made I lose my way.In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way.

It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

Whether joy or sorrow, pain or pleasure; whatsoever may befall thee, accept it serenely with an unvanquished heart.

Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

I am able to love my God because He gives me freedom to deny Him.

Merely to exist is not enough.

Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.