Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

For many years, at great cost, I traveled through many countries, saw the high mountains, the oceans. The only things I did not see were the sparkling dewdrops in the grass just outside my door.

Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.

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.

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

Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

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