Death is turning out the lamp because the dawn has appeared.

I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.

To find God, you must welcome everything.

Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.

Music is the purest form of art... therefore true poets...seek to express the universe in terms of music. The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside.

He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.