Doubt of the reality of love ends by making us doubt everything.

Women wish to be loved without a why or a wherefore; not because they are pretty, or good, or well-bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.

Analysis kills spontaneity. The grain one ground into flour springs and germinates no more.

The great artist is the simplifier.

A modest garden contains, for those who know how to look and to wait, more instruction than a library.

To do what others cannot do is talent. To do what talent cannot do is genius.

To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.

Let mystery have a place in you ... leave a little fallow corner in your heart ready for any seed the wind may bring, and reserve a nook of shadow for the passing bird; keep a place in your heart for the unexpected guest, an altar for an unknown God.

You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering.

The man who insists upon seeing with perfect clearness before he decides, never decides.