The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

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

Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

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.

‎This I know... That often when I sang, and drummed, and danced, I found my eternity.

O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.