This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.

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

Merely to exist is not enough.

Music fills the infinite between two souls.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

Those who are near me do not know that you are nearer to me than they are Those who speak to me do not know that my heart is full with your unspoken words Those who crowd in my path do not know that I am walking alone with you Those who love me do not know that their love brings you to my heart