We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every second.

Saltwater heals, healing referring to its various forms; tears, cleanses and heals the soul; sweat, cleanses through labor; the ocean, heals in all its forms.

The pious sectarian is proud because he is confident of his right of possession in God. The man of devotion is meek because he is conscious of God's right of love over his life and soul.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.

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'.

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.