The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

The meaning of the living words that come out of the experiences of great hearts can never be exhausted by any one system of logical interpretation. They have to be endlessly explained by the commentaries of individual lives, and they gain an added mystery in each new revelation.

The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music... The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.

Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.

The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time.