Grant me that I may not be a coward, feeling your mercy in my success alone; but let me find the grasp of your hand in my failure.

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

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

Whether joy or sorrow, pain or pleasure; whatsoever may befall thee, accept it serenely with an unvanquished heart.

If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.

The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.

to tyrannize for the country is to tyrannize over the country