The chaff from winnowing will blind a man’s eyes so that he cannot tell the points of the compass. Mosquitoes will keep a man awake all night with their biting. And just in the same way this talk of charity and duty to one’s neighbor drives me nearly crazy. Sir! strive to keep the world to its own simplicity. And as the wind bloweth where it listeth, so let virtue establish itself. Wherefore such undue energy, as though searching for a fugitive with a big drum?

Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.

If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.

There is no favorable wind without direction.

When a man does not know what harbor he is making for, no wind is the right wind. 

When in a room only lit by a candle and the wind blows, you can either enjoy the breeze or loath the darkness.

Greatness is not in where we stand, but in what direction we are moving. We must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it -- but sail we must and not drift, nor lie at anchor.

Not bound to swear allegiance to any master, wherever the wind takes me I travel as a visitor.

When our learning exceeds our deeds we are like trees whose branches are many but whose roots are few: the wind comes and uproots them... But when our deeds exceed our learning we are like trees whose branches are few but whose roots are many, so that even if all the winds of the world were to come and blow against them, they would be unable to move them.

No weapons hurt the soul; no fire burns it; no waters moisten it; no wind dries it up. It is imperishable, perpetual, immovable, eternal. Therefore, knowing it thus, you should not grieve.

Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.

The relation between superiors and inferiors is like that between the wind and the grass. The grass must bend when the wind blows over it.

Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.

"The World's Need" - So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, When just the art of being kind Is all this sad world needs.

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind, while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

Sum up at night what thou hast done by day, and in the morning what thou hast to do; dress and undress thy soul; mark the decay or growth of it. If with thy watch that too be down, then wind up both. Since thou shalt be most surely judged, make thine accounts agree.

These motions everywhere in nature must surely be the circulations of God. The flowing sail, the running stream, the waving tree, the roving wind – whence else their infinite health and freedom? I can see nothing so proper and holy as unrelaxed play and frolic in this bower God has built for us.

Let me but live from year to year, with forward face and unreluctant soul; not hurrying to, nor turning from, the goal; not mourning for the things that disappear in the dim past, nor holding back in fear from what the future veils; but with a whole and happy heart, that pays its toll to Youth and Age, and travels with cheer. So let the way wind up the hill or down o’er rough and smooth, the journey will be joy: still seeking what I sought when but a boy, new friendship, high adventure, and a crown, my heart will keep the courage of the quest, and hope the road’s last turn will be the best.

Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.

The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.