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

And, indeed, what little of beauty and peace is to be found in the societies of men is owing to the daily performance of small duties, not to big doings and fine talk.

The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.

The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.

Man's abiding happiness is not in getting anything but in giving himself up to what is greater than himself, to ideas which are larger than his individual life, the idea of his country, of humanity, of God.

If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

Be brave, right through, and leave for the unknown.