Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it. Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on. Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.

No civilized society can thrive upon victims, whose humanity has been permanently mutilated.

All that is not given is lost.

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.

The potentiality of perfection outweighs actual contradictions... Existence in itself is here to prove that it cannot be an evil.

Work, especially good work, becomes easy only when desire has learnt to discipline itself.