Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper, that we may record our emptiness.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love.
The creator gives no heed to the critic unless he becomes a barren inventor.
Though the whole world should praise him, he would not be stimulated to greater endeavour, and though the whole world should condemn him, he would not be depressed. So fixed was he in the difference between the internal judgement of himself and the external judgement of others.
Cherish that which is within you, and shut off that which is without; for much knowledge is a curse.
He needs no library, for he has not done thinking; no church, for he is himself a prophet; no statute book, for he hath the Lawgiver; no money, for he is value itself; no road, for he is at home where he is.