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

Whatever character our theology may ascribe to him, in reality God is the infinite ideal of Man, towards whom men move in their collective growth, with whom they seek their union of love as individuals, in whom they find their ideal of father, friend and beloved.

Who are you, a hundred years from today, reading my poetry with curiosity?

I am willing to serve my country, but my worship I reserve for Right which is far greater than my country. To worship my country as a god is to bring a curse upon it.

Unless you have found God in your own soul, the whole world will seem meaningless to you.

We are hidden in ourselves, like a truth hidden in isolated facts. When we know that this One in us is One in all, then our truth is revealed.

The significance which is in unity is an eternal wonder.