I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

Passionate love is a quenchless thirst.

You may strive to be like them but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

I came here to be for all and with all, and what I do today in my solitude will be echoed tomorrow by the multitude. What I say now with one heart will be said tomorrow by thousands of hearts.

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Art arises when the secret vision of the artist and the manifestation of nature agree to find new shapes.

The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it.