There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not losing its infinity. If this meeting is dissolved, then things become unreal.

Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow. Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

God, the Great Giver, can open the whole universe to our gaze in the narrow space of a single land.

Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.

And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.

to tyrannize for the country is to tyrannize over the country