If someone smells a flower and says he does not understand, the reply to him is: there is nothing to understand, it is only a scent. If he persists, saying: that I know, but what does it all mean? Then one has either to change the subject, or make it more abstruse by saying that the scent is the shape which the universal joy takes in the flower.

A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.

In death the many become one; in life the one become many.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

Those who in this world have the courage to try and solve in their own lives new problems of life, are the ones who raise society to greatness.