Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.

My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.

It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

The bird thinks it a favor to give the fish a lift in the air

when you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.

You have made me known to friends whom I knew not. You have given me seats in homes not my own. You have brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger... When one knows You, then there is no alien, and no door is shut.

The birds looked upon me as nothing but a man, quite a trifling creature without wings-and they would have nothing to do with me. Were it not so I would build a small cabin for myself among their crowd of nests and pass my days counting the sea waves.