Youth is a beautiful dream, on whose brightness books shed a blinding dust. Will ever the day come when the wise link the joy of knowledge to youth's dream? Will ever the day come when Nature becomes the teacher of man, humanity his book and life his school? Youth's joyous purpose cannot be fulfilled until that day comes. Too slow is our march toward spiritual elevation, because we make so little use of youth's ardor.

joy and sorrow are inseparable. . . together they come and when one sits alone with you . . remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

A traveller I am, and a navigator, and everyday I discover a new region within my soul.

Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.

Where can I find a man governed by reason instead of habits and urges?

Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive.

Keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life.