Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.

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

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

Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.