Is there anything in life so disenchanting as achievement?

I consider the success of my day based on the seeds I sow, not the harvest I reap.

Life is not a matter of holding good cards

Anyone can carry his burden, however heavy, until nightfall. Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, until the sun goes down. And this is all that life really means.

Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door; Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn Disturbs the eternal sleep, But in the stillness far withdrawn Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.

There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.

I had learned to dwell with pleasure, as a beloved daydream, on the thought of the separation of these elements.