The human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual.

The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.

Dreams can never be made captive.

The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one.

Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life.

The artist is the lover of nature; therefore he is her slave and her master.