A bird sings, a child prattles, but it is the same hymn; hymn indistinct, inarticulate, but full of profound meaning.

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labor and there is an invisible labor.

Hope is a delusion; no hand can grasp a wave or a shadow.

At the shrine of friendship never say die, let the wine of friendship never run dry

So your desire is to do nothing? Well, you shall not have a week, a day, an hour, free from oppression. You shall not be able to lift anything without agony. Every passing minute will make your muscles crack. What is feather to others will be a rock to you. The simplest things will become difficult. Life will become monstrous about you. To come, to go, to breathe, will be so many terrible tasks for you. Your lungs will feel like a hundred-pound weight.

God secludes Himself; but the thinker listens at the door.

It is the peculiarity of grief to bring out the childish side of man.