Those who own much have much to fear.

The flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever.

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

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.

Great suffering brings with it the power of great endurance. When sorrow is deepest all the forces of patience and courage are banded together to do their duty. So while we are cowards before petty troubles, great sorrows make us brave by rousing our truer manhood.

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