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.

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

The brooks flow to their lover, the sea, and the flowers smile at the object of their passion, the light. The mist rolls down to its beloved, the valley. And I? In me is what brooks do not know, what flowers do not hear, what the mist does not apprehend. You see me alone in my love, solitary in my yearning.

Love is the gentle smile upon the lips of beauty.

The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.

Love is a gracious host to his guests though to the unbidden his house is a mirage and a mockery.

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.