The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which, once realised, makes all movements full of meaning and joy.

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

Truth looks tawdry when she is overdressed.

For every child that is born, it brings with it the hope that God is not yet disappointed with man.

The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song.

‎This I know... That often when I sang, and drummed, and danced, I found my eternity.

On each race is laid the duty to keep alight its own lamp of mind as its part in the illumination of the world. To break the lamp of any people into deprive it of its rightful place in the world festival.