In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door- or i'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.

Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

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

From the grasses in the field to the stars in the sky, each one is doing just that; and there is such profound peace and surpassing beauty in nature because none of these tries forcibly to transgress its limitations.