The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

Let my love like sunlight surround you and yet give you illumined freedom.

In death the many become one; in life the one become many.

[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

Whatever character our theology may ascribe to him, in reality God is the infinite ideal of Man, towards whom men move in their collective growth, with whom they seek their union of love as individuals, in whom they find their ideal of father, friend and beloved.

We try to realize the essential unity of the world with the conscious soul of man; we learn to perceive the unity held together by the one Eternal Spirit, whose power creates the earth, the sky, and the stars, and at the same time irradiates our mind.

What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.