Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

My Friend: Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair. I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and look out on the darkness, my friend! I can see nothing before me. I wonder where lies thy path! By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend?

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it. Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on. Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.

When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.

Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.