Do you recall, from your childhood on, how very much this life of yours has longed for greatness? I see it now, how from the vantage point of greatness it longs for even greater greatness. That is why it does not let up being difficult, but that is also why it will not cease to grow.

Our task is to take this earth so deeply and wholly into ourselves that it will resurrect within our being.

If no one else, the dying must notice how unreal, how full of pretense, is all that we accomplish here, where nothing is allowed to be itself.

Truly it is glorious, our being here.

Destiny itself is like a wonderful wide tapestry in which every thread is guided by an unspeakable tender hand, placed beside another thread and held and carried by a hundred others.

There are so many things about which some old man ought to tell one while one is little; for when one is grown one would know them as a matter of course.

Winning does not tempt that man. This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively, by constantly greater beings.