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.

Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

Languages are jealous sovereigns, and passports are rarely allowed for travellers to cross their strictly guarded borders.

We gain freedom when we have paid the full price.

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

Let me light my lamp", says the star, "And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness

O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.