In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.

For the current of our spiritual life creeds, rituals and channels that may thwart or help, according to their fixity or openness. When a symbol or spiritual idea becomes rigidly elaborate in its construction, it supplants the idea which it should support.

I ask my destiny - what power is this That cruelly drives me onward without rest? My destiny says, "Look round!" I turn back and see It is I myself that is ever pushing me from behind.