Let the splendor of diamond, pearl and ruby vanish? Only let this one teardrop, this Taj Mahal, glisten spotlessly bright on the cheek of time, forever and ever.

Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

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

And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.

Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

The hours trip rapidly away, hiding their dreams in their skirts.

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart . . .