Where the banana grows man is sensual and cruel.

If a man is at heart just, then in so far is he God; the safety of God, the immortality of God, the majesty of God do enter into that man with justice.

Writing should be the settlement of dew on the leaf.

What goes on around you... compares little with what goes on inside you.

He is only rich who owns the day. There is no king, rich man, fairy, or demon who possesses such power as that.

...in the wilderness, I find something more dear and connate than in the streets or villages...in the woods we return to reason and faith.

But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and vulgar things.