When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.

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

A thorn can only be extracted if you know where it is.

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

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

It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.

We manage to swallow flesh only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing that we do. There are many crimes which are the creation of man himself, the wrongfulness of which is put down to their divergence from habit, custom, or tradition. But cruelty is not of these. It is a fundamental sin, and admits of no argument or nice distinctions. If only we do not allow our heart to grow callous, its protest against cruelty is always clearly heard; and yet we go on perpetrating cruelties easily, merrily, all of us - in fact, anyone who does not join in is dubbed a crank.