The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.

I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.

Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.

Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.

Religion is not a fractional thing that can be doled out in fixed weekly or daily measures as one among various subjects in the school syllabus. It is the truth of our complete being, the consciousness of our personal relationship with the infinite.