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

Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield,But to my own strength. Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved,But for the patience to win my freedom.

It is in the very heart of our activity that we search for our goal.

Whatever we treasure for ourselves separates us from others; our possessions are our limitations.

He alone may chastise who loves.

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.

If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience. The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.