Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.

At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

Man's freedom is never in being saved from troubles, but it is the freedom to take trouble for his own good, to make the trouble an element in his joy.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.