Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.

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

The greed for fruit misses the flower.

Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

The movement of life has its rest in its own music.

Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.