When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with a shower of mercy. When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song. When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest. When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a king. When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one, thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder.

Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

Merely to exist is not enough.

Children are living beings - more living than grown-up people who have built shells of habit around themselves. Therefore it is absolutely necessary for their mental health and development that they should not have mere schools for their lessons, but a world whose guiding spirit is personal love.

For every child that is born, it brings with it the hope that God is not yet disappointed with man.

Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

[The poets' role is that of] capturing on their instruments the secret stir of life in the air and giving it voice in the music of prophecy