Unless you have found God in your own soul, the whole world will seem meaningless to you.

[The poets' role is that of] capturing on their instruments the secret stir of life in the air and giving it voice in the music of prophecy

The hours trip rapidly away, hiding their dreams in their skirts.

Only those of tranquil minds, and none else, can attain abiding joy, by realizing within their souls the Being who manifests one essence in a multiplicity of forms.

Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

Brahma was excessively sparing with earth, water, and fire.... The reckless expenditure of air and ether in his composition was amazing. And, in consequence, he perpetually struggled to outreach the wind, to outrun space itself. Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the Horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin.

Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!