Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action-Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my country awake.
Music fills the infinite between two souls.
The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
Our creation is the modification of relationship.
Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.