If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do, become untroubled in its depth of peace, like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.

The hours trip rapidly away, hiding their dreams in their skirts.

Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.

Merely to exist is not enough.

Repentance is a gift of God's grace.