“The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.”

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.

No individual is isolated. He who is sad, saddens others.

But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

To live is to be slowly born.

It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.

Love does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love’s opposite.

It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

Night, when words fade and things come alive.

If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers.

You cannot plant an acorn in the morning, and expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of an oak.

All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people.

The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.

The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.

Real change, enduring change, happens one step at a time.

Always demanding the best of oneself, living with honor, devoting one’s talents and gifts to the benefits of others – these are the measures of success that endure when material things have passed away.

He who is not capable of enduring poverty is not capable of being free.

What is to give light must endure burning.

The written argument endures. The oral argument is fleeting.

The spirit, the will to win, and the will to excel are the things that endure. These qualities are so much more important than the events that occur.

In the dynamic experience of life, problems come and go, but the human spirit endures.

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.