To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.

Life is perpetually creative because it contains in itself that surplus which ever overflows the boundaries of the immediate time and space, restlessly pursuing its adventure of expression in the varied forms of self-realization.

When you have once taken up a responsibility, you must see it through.

Unless you have found God in your own soul, the whole world will seem meaningless to you.

Oh, grant me my prayer, that I may never lose the touch of the one in the play of the many.

Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.

This principle of opposites is at the very root of Creation, which is divided between the rule of the King and the Queen; Night and Day; the One and the Varied; the Eternal and the Evolving.