The flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever.

Saltwater heals, healing referring to its various forms; tears, cleanses and heals the soul; sweat, cleanses through labor; the ocean, heals in all its forms.

Only those of tranquil minds, and none else, can attain abiding joy, by realizing within their souls the Being who manifests one essence in a multiplicity of forms.

I am able to love my God because He gives me freedom to deny Him.

Repentance is a gift of God's grace.

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which, once realised, makes all movements full of meaning and joy.