Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.

The human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual.

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

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

If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door- or i'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.

This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him; which is his truth, which is his soul; the key with which he opens the gate of the spiritual life, the heavenly kingdom.

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.