In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

Life's fulfillment finds constant obstacles in its path; but those are necessary for the sake of its advance. The stream is saved from the sluggishness of its current by the perpetual opposition of the soil through which it must cut its way. The spirit of fight belongs to the genius of life.

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

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

Boasting is only a masked shame; it does not truly believe in itself.

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.

When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.