The meaning of the living words that come out of the experiences of great hearts can never be exhausted by any one system of logical interpretation. They have to be endlessly explained by the commentaries of individual lives, and they gain an added mystery in each new revelation.

God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.

Great suffering brings with it the power of great endurance. When sorrow is deepest all the forces of patience and courage are banded together to do their duty. So while we are cowards before petty troubles, great sorrows make us brave by rousing our truer manhood.

The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.

Be brave, right through, and leave for the unknown.

The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth