The true preacher can be known by this, that he deals out to the people his life,--life passed through the fire of thought.

When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows and look out upon the beautiful world, I thank God I am alive.

Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.

You must let go of a thing for a new one to come to you.

Manners make the fortune of the ambitious youth.

Four snakes gliding up and down a hollow for no purpose that I could see - not to eat, not for love, but only gliding.

We are the prisoners of ideas.