The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed. I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room. The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love. My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.

And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.

Let me light my lamp", says the star, "And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness

When he has the power to see things detached from self-interest and from the insistent claims of the lust of the senses, then alone can he have the true vision of the beauty that is everywhere.

Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.

Power takes as ingratitude the writhing of its victims