Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent steps of love.

The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move

The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.

Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.

That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life. ' ~)

I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.