That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for entrance?

When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.

That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for entrance?

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love

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

It sometimes strikes me how immensely fortunate I am that each day should take its place in my life, either reddened with the rising and setting sun, or refreshingly cool with deep, dark clouds, or blooming like a white flower in the moonlight. What untold wealth!

Somewhere in the arrangement of this world there seems to be a great concern about giving us delight, which shows that, in the universe, over and above the meaning of matter and forces, there is a message conveyed through the magic touch of personality. ... Is it merely because the rose is round and pink that it gives me more satisfaction than the gold which could buy me the necessities of life, or any number of slaves. ... Somehow we feel that through a rose the language of love reached our hearts.