He alone may chastise who loves.

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

Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time.

Only those of tranquil minds, and none else, can attain abiding joy, by realizing within their souls the Being who manifests one essence in a multiplicity of forms.

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.