Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free.

Music fills the infinite between two souls.

The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one.

Poems On Love Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty. Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom. Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.

Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.