When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.

The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.

Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.

A thorn can only be extracted if you know where it is.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable. I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and thus I am blessed—let this be my parting word. In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him who is formless. My whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch; and if the end comes here, let it come—let this be my parting word.

My Friend: Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair. I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and look out on the darkness, my friend! I can see nothing before me. I wonder where lies thy path! By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend?

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.