Go to sleep in peace. God is awake.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
Love is a sacred mystery.To those who love, it remains forever wordless;But to those who do not love, it may be but a heartless jest.
Let your best be for your friend...
Men would bless you or curse you; The curse, a protest against failure, The blessing, a hymn of the hunter Who comes back from the hills With provision for his mate.
The earth is like a beautiful bride who needs no manmade jewels to heighten her loveliness...
Be patient, for it is from doubt that knowledge is born.
You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
And before my Soul took me to task I was hard of hearing; I heard only tumult and uproar. But now I am all ears listening to the silence and its choirs singing the hymns of time, intoning the praises of the firmament, revealing the secrets of the invisible.
And when one of you falls down he falls for those behind him, a caution against the stumbling stone. Ay, and he falls for those ahead of him, who though faster and surer of foot, yet removed not the stumbling stone.
Wisdom is not in words; Wisdom is meaning within words.
The first glance from the eyes of the beloved is like the spirit that moved upon the face of the waters, giving birth to heaven and earth.
If indeed you must be candid, be candid beautifully.
Our worst fault is our preoccupation with the faults of others.
For the sight of the angry weather saddens my soul and the sight of the town, sitting like a bereaved mother beneath layers of ice, oppresses my heart.
And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may livethrough its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.
Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.
Love is a gracious host to his guests though to the unbidden his house is a mirage and a mockery.
There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward. And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism. And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue; They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breat
Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.