I am not in the world to care for my life, but for souls.

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.

Fame must have enemies, as light must have gnats.

Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. ‘The Spirit is a garden,’ said he

Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibers. Take the cable thread by thread, take separately all the little determining motives, you break them one after another, and you say: that is all! Wind them and twist them together, they become an enormity.

When I speak to you about myself, I am speaking to you about yourself. How is it you don't see that?