All things in this vast universe exist in you, with you, and for you.

Your body is the harp of the soul.

Life is but a sleep disturbed by dreaming, prompted by the will; the saddened soul with sadness hides it's secrets, and the gay, with thrill.

Man struggles to find life outside himself, unaware that the life he is seeking is within him.

Defeat, my defeat, my deathless courage, You and I shall laugh together with the storm, And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us, and we shall stand in the sun with a will, And we shall be dangerous

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

Real beauty lies in the spiritual accord that is called love which can exist between a man and a woman.