Religion, like poetry, is not a mere idea, it is expression. The self-expression of God is in the endless variety of creation; and our attitude toward the Infinite Being must also in its expression have a variety of individuality ceaseless and unendi.

Art awakens a sense of real by establishing an intimate relationship between our inner being and the universe at large, bringing us a consciousness of deep joy.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

The bird thinks it a favor to give the fish a lift in the air

Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.