Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.

When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.

There is no "next" after you are dead and gone from your own world.

Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.

The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.

By all means they try to hold me secure who love me in this world. But it is otherwise with thy love which is greater than theirs, and thout keepst me free. Lest I forgot them they never venture to leave me alone. But day passes by after day and thou art not seen. If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

The higher nature in man always seeks for something which transcends itself and yet is its deepest truth; which claims all its sacrifice, yet makes this sacrifice its own recompense. This is man's dharma, man's religion, and man's self is the vessel.