The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."

The cure for all the illness of life is stored in the inner depth of life itself, the access to which becomes possible when we are alone. This solitude is a world in itself, full of wonders and resources unthought of. It is absurdly near; yet so unapproachably distant.

Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.

Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.

Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.

If life's journey be endless where is its goal? The answer is, it is everywhere. We are in a palace which has no end, but which we have reached. By exploring it and extending our relationship with it we are ever making it more and more our own.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.