The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
I stept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.
In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.
Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them.
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
Do not say, ‘It is morning,’ and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.
Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.
Facts are many, but the truth is one.