Somewhere in the arrangement of this world there seems to be a great concern about giving us delight, which shows that, in the universe, over and above the meaning of matter and forces, there is a message conveyed through the magic touch of personality. ... Is it merely because the rose is round and pink that it gives me more satisfaction than the gold which could buy me the necessities of life, or any number of slaves. ... Somehow we feel that through a rose the language of love reached our hearts.

Those who own much have much to fear.

I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.

That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for entrance?

The potentiality of perfection outweighs actual contradictions... Existence in itself is here to prove that it cannot be an evil.

The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.

For man is by nature an artist.