That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.

Let the splendor of diamond, pearl and ruby vanish? Only let this one teardrop, this Taj Mahal, glisten spotlessly bright on the cheek of time, forever and ever.

For the current of our spiritual life creeds, rituals and channels that may thwart or help, according to their fixity or openness. When a symbol or spiritual idea becomes rigidly elaborate in its construction, it supplants the idea which it should support.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.