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

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

Asks the Possible of the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling-place?" "In the dreams of the Impotent," comes the answer.

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

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

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

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.