Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it. Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on. Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.

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

Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.

The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.

It is in the very heart of our activity that we search for our goal.

My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.

Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.