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

I'm lost in the middle of my birthday. I want my friends, their touch, with the earth's last love. I will take life's final offering, I will take the last human blessing.

Life's fulfillment finds constant obstacles in its path; but those are necessary for the sake of its advance. The stream is saved from the sluggishness of its current by the perpetual opposition of the soil through which it must cut its way. The spirit of fight belongs to the genius of life.

We manage to swallow flesh, only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing we do.

The best kind of wealth is to give up inordinate desires.

That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for entrance?

The human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual.