Wishes are recollections coming from the future.

When we are only victorious over small things, it leaves us feeling small.

Look: the trees exist; the houses we dwell in stand there stalwartly. Only we pass by it all, like a rush of air. And everything conspires to keep quiet about us, half out of shame perhaps, half out of some secret hope.

The only journey is the one within.

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

Be of good courage all is before you, and time passed in the difficult is never lost...What is required of us is that we live the difficult and learn to deal with it. In the difficult are the friendly forces, the hands that work on us.

I am so glad you are here. It helps me realize how beautiful my world is.