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

Music is the purest form of art, and therefore the most direct expression of beauty, with a form and spirit which is one and simple, and least encumbered with anything extraneous. We seem to feel that the manifestation of the infinite in the finite forms of creation is music itself, silent and visible.

And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.

Overstraining is the enemy of accomplishment. Calm strength that arises from a deep and inexhaustible source is what brings success.

Plunge into the deep without fear, with the gladness of April in your heart.

The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song.

My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.