My fancies are fireflies Specks of living light twinkling in the dark.

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.

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!

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

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

Give Me Strength This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart. Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows. Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service. Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might. Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles. And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.