Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream. And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space. Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds? And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?

He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked. The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.

Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.

He who understands you is greater kin to you than your own brother. For even your own kindred neither understand you nor know your true worth.

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.

The voice of life in me cannot reach the ear of life in you; but let us talk that we may not feel lonely.