The small wisdom is like water in a glass: clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.

It is no easy task to lead men. But it is easy enough to drive them.

Our creation is the modification of relationship.

Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across a hundred years.