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

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

when you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.

I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.

Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is beyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by the rhythm of day and night; it is not of the earth. But your poet knows that its eternal hunger is for time and space, and it strives evermore to be born in the fruitful dust. Heaven is fulfilled in your sweet body, my child, in your palpitating heart. The sea is beating its drums in joy, the flowers are a-tiptoe to kiss you. For heaven is born in you, in the arms of the mother- dust.

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

It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.