The pious sectarian is proud because he is confident of his right of possession in God. The man of devotion is meek because he is conscious of God's right of love over his life and soul.

The cure for all the illness of life is stored in the inner depth of life itself, the access to which becomes possible when we are alone. This solitude is a world in itself, full of wonders and resources unthought of. It is absurdly near; yet so unapproachably distant.

He alone may chastise who loves.

[The poets' role is that of] capturing on their instruments the secret stir of life in the air and giving it voice in the music of prophecy

Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.

Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.