I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action-Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my country awake.

The most important lesson that man can learn from life, is not that there is pain in this world, but that it is possible for him to transmute it into joy.

I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power, that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted, and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity, but I find that thy will knows no end in me, and when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart, and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.

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