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

Whenever our life is stirred by truth, it expresses energy and comes to be filled, as it were, with a creative ardor. This consciousness of the creative urge is evidence of the force of truth on our mind.

It is in the very heart of our activity that we search for our goal.

‎This I know... That often when I sang, and drummed, and danced, I found my eternity.

He alone may chastise who loves.

The danger inherent in all force grows stronger when it is likely to gain success, for then it becomes temptation.

Discipline divorced from wisdom is not true discipline, but merely the meaningless following of custom, which is only a disguise for stupidity.