He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.

My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.

Merely to exist is not enough.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.

Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.

Our responsibility is no longer to acquire, but to BE.