Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.

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

And, indeed, what little of beauty and peace is to be found in the societies of men is owing to the daily performance of small duties, not to big doings and fine talk.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable. I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and thus I am blessed—let this be my parting word. In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him who is formless. My whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch; and if the end comes here, let it come—let this be my parting word.

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

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.