I Want To Reconcile Myself With Heaven,

We Survive On Novelty, So Much Less Demanding Than Commitment.

When We Retire From The Conventions Of Society And Draw Close To Nature, We Involuntarily Become Children: Each Attribute Acquired By Experience Falls Away From The Soul, Which Becomes Anew Such As It Was Once And Will Surely Be Again.

Happiness Comes The Way The Wind Blows.

If Only People Thought A Little More About It, They Would See That Life Is Not Worrying About So Much.

Out Of Life's Storm I Carried Only A Few Ideas - And Not One Feeling.