The world speaks to me in colors, my soul answers in music.

I am able to love my God because He gives me freedom to deny Him.

The movement of life has its rest in its own music.

I ask my destiny - what power is this That cruelly drives me onward without rest? My destiny says, "Look round!" I turn back and see It is I myself that is ever pushing me from behind.

Man's freedom is never in being saved from troubles, but it is the freedom to take trouble for his own good, to make the trouble an element in his joy.

The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.

Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky.