Music fills the infinite between two souls.

God is neither manifest nor hidden; He is neither revealed nor unrevealed; there are no words to tell that which He is. He is without form, without quality, without decay.

Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."

I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power, that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted, and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity, but I find that thy will knows no end in me, and when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart, and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

God, the Great Giver, can open the whole universe to our gaze in the narrow space of a single land.

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.