Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin

I ask my destiny - what power is this That cruelly drives me onward without rest? My destiny says, "Look round!" I turn back and see It is I myself that is ever pushing me from behind.

It means that God's Creation has not its source in any necessity; it comes from his fullness of joy; it is his love that creates, therefore in Creation is his own revealment.

All that is not given is lost.

By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.

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

The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.