By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.

I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.

The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.

The main object of teaching is not to give explanations, but to knock at the doors of the mind.

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.