While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.

The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.

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

Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.

According to the true Indian view, our consciousness of the world, merely as the sum total of things that exist, and as governed by laws, is imperfect. But it is perfect when our consciousness realizes all things as spiritually one with it, and therefore capable of giving us joy. For us the highest purpose of this world is not merely living in it, knowing it and making use of it, but realizing our own selves in it through expansion of sympathy; not alienating ourselves from it and dominating it, but comprehending and uniting it with ourselves in perfect union.

Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

for we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.