The artist is the lover of nature; therefore he is her slave and her master.
The flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever.
With begging and scrambling we find very little, but with being true to ourselves we find a great deal more.
You have given me Your love, filling the world with Your gifts.
O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.
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.