He alone may chastise who loves.

If religion, instead of being the manifestation of a spiritual ideal, gives prominence to scriptures and external rites, then does it disturb the peace more than anything else.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

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

My dearest life, I know you are not mine forever; but do love me even if it’s for this moment. After that I shall vanish into the forest where you cast me, I won’t ask anyone for anything again. Give me something that can last me till I die.

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.