Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill? Seek him always with hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

the corner-stone of the temple is not higher than the lowest stone in its foundation.

No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.

he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.

Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows — then let your heart say in silence, “God rests in reason.” And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, — then let your heart say in awe,

there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand. And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words. In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.