And when you were a silent word upon Life's quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued.

Love is the gentle smile upon the lips of beauty.

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless? But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons, And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

Your daily life is your temple and your religion. When you enter into it take with you your all.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself, but if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires.

I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires.