“Each soul must meet the morning sun, the new sweet earth and the Great Silence alone.”

“The true Indian sets no price upon either his property or his labor. His generosity is limited only by his strength and ability. He regards it as an honor to be selected for difficult or dangerous service and would think it shameful to ask for any reward, saying rather: "Let the person I serve express his thanks according to his own bringing up and his sense of honor. Each soul must meet the morning sun, the new sweet earth, and the Great Silence alone!. What is Silence? It is the Great Mystery! The Holy Silence is His voice!”

“Imagine you are the Earth and he is the Sun, that silence is tangible, and the stars are the souls of your previous lives.”

“The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with red upon it that the sun had never give, and would never take away.”

“The morning sun brings tender joyWith happiness awakes the earth;The dew kissed flowers it's light employTheir petals open in new birth.The birds awake and all mankindRejoices with songs they sing.God's creatures open heart and mindTo Him their praises bring.Should not we, too, give thanks anewGreet joyfully each new born sun;Wash old sins clean with morning dewGive Praise to Him, The Holy One.”

“And even as each one of you stands alone in God's knowledge, so must each one of you be alone in his knowledge of God and in his understanding of the earth.”