Only Thee That I want thee, only thee---let my heart repeat without end. All desires that distract me, day and night, are false and empty to the core. As the night keeps hidden in its gloom the petition for light, even thus in the depth of my unconsciousness rings the cry ---`I want thee, only thee'. As the storm still seeks its end in peace when it strikes against peace with all its might, even thus my rebellion strikes against thy love and still its cry is ---`I want thee, only thee'.

What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.

Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

I have read in books that we are called 'caged birds'. I cannot speak for others, but I had so much in this cage of mine that there was not room for it in the universe- at least that is what I then felt.