I played the vina until my heart turned into the same instrument. Then I offered this instrument to the Divine Musician, the only muscian existing. Since then I have become His flute, and when He chooses He plays His music. The people give me credit for this music which, in reality, is not due to me, but to the Musician who plays his own instrument.

When I open my eyes to the outer world I feel myself as a drop in the sea. But when I close my eyes and look within, I see the whole universe as a bubble raised in the ocean of my heart.

It is not solid wood that can become a flute, but the empty reed.

Failure in life does not matter; the greatest misfortune is standing still.

Atmosphere is a silent music. It has its effect upon the listener, exciting or peaceful, whatever it may be.

Many say that life entered the human body by the help of music, but the truth is that life itself is music.

Some people look for a beautiful place, others make a place beautiful.