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

Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.

If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door- or i'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.

While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.

For man is by nature an artist.

Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action-Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my country awake.

The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life.