And all knowledge is vain save when there is work, and all work is empty save when there is love; and when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.
Call me not wise unless you call all men wise. A young fruit am I, still clinging to the branch and it was only yesterday that I was a blossom. And call none among you foolish for we are neither wise nor foolish. We are green leaves upon the tree of life and surely life itself if beyond wisdom and surely beyond foolishness.
Travel and tell no one, live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruin beautiful things.
Arbeit ist sichtbar gemachte Liebe.
You want to know the meaning of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
I too am my own forerunner, though I sit in the shadows of my trees and seem motionless.