The flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever.

By all means they try to hold me secure who love me in this world. But it is otherwise with thy love which is greater than theirs, and thout keepst me free. Lest I forgot them they never venture to leave me alone. But day passes by after day and thou art not seen. If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him; which is his truth, which is his soul; the key with which he opens the gate of the spiritual life, the heavenly kingdom.

Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.

We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.

The weak can be terrible because they try furiously to appear strong.