Your love keeps me afloat but will remain the anchor in my soul... I don't really have words to describe how romantic I find that. Your love is what keeps me going, but it's also the anchor that keeps me close to you. I love it!

If someone smells a flower and says he does not understand, the reply to him is: there is nothing to understand, it is only a scent. If he persists, saying: that I know, but what does it all mean? Then one has either to change the subject, or make it more abstruse by saying that the scent is the shape which the universal joy takes in the flower.

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

Whatever we treasure for ourselves separates us from others; our possessions are our limitations.

Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

Man's abiding happiness is not in getting anything but in giving himself up to what is greater than himself, to ideas which are larger than his individual life, the idea of his country, of humanity, of God.