that which is eternal within the moment only becomes shallow if spread out in time.

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.

Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all. Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to thee in everything, and offer to thee my love every moment. Let only that little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee. Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is carried out in my life--and that is the fetter of thy love.

No civilized society can thrive upon victims, whose humanity has been permanently mutilated.

Music is the purest form of art... therefore true poets...seek to express the universe in terms of music. The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside.

Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.

If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.