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!

The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.

Whatever character our theology may ascribe to him, in reality God is the infinite ideal of Man, towards whom men move in their collective growth, with whom they seek their union of love as individuals, in whom they find their ideal of father, friend and beloved.

Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

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

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

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.