I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power, that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted, and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity, but I find that thy will knows no end in me, and when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart, and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

A teacher can never truly teach unless he is still learning himself. A lamp can never light another lamp unless it continues to burn its own flame. The teacher who has come to the end of his subject, who has no living traffic with his knowledge but merely repeats his lesson to his students, can only load their minds, he cannot quicken them.

Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.

To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.

The human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual.

When he has the power to see things detached from self-interest and from the insistent claims of the lust of the senses, then alone can he have the true vision of the beauty that is everywhere.

Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.