The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.

When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.

We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one.

Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.

On each race is laid the duty to keep alight its own lamp of mind as its part in the illumination of the world. To break the lamp of any people into deprive it of its rightful place in the world festival.

Somewhere in the arrangement of this world there seems to be a great concern about giving us delight, which shows that, in the universe, over and above the meaning of matter and forces, there is a message conveyed through the magic touch of personality. ... Is it merely because the rose is round and pink that it gives me more satisfaction than the gold which could buy me the necessities of life, or any number of slaves. ... Somehow we feel that through a rose the language of love reached our hearts.