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

With begging and scrambling we find very little, but with being true to ourselves we find a great deal more.

Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a true lover truly knows that he is loved.

The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life.

Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.

Man is a rough-hewn and woman a finished product.

It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.