Our human souls are distracted because of their unruly natures; they can only cast a momentary and passing glance at the eternal orders, since their vision is clouded by sensuous desire.

Victory is celebrated in the light, but is won in the darkness.

When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.

The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain.

Apple Tree, Port Orchard.