Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.

The meaning of this is, that whomsoever we love, in him we find our own soul in the highest sense. The final truth of our existence lies in this. God, the Supreme Soul, is in me, as well as in my son, and my joy in my son is the realisation of this truth.

Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

The weak can be terrible because they try furiously to appear strong.

He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.

To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.