The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.

Music is the purest form of art, and therefore the most direct expression of beauty, with a form and spirit which is one and simple, and least encumbered with anything extraneous. We seem to feel that the manifestation of the infinite in the finite forms of creation is music itself, silent and visible.

We are hidden in ourselves, like a truth hidden in isolated facts. When we know that this One in us is One in all, then our truth is revealed.

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

Life's aspirations come in the guise of children.

The question and the cry 'Oh, where?' melt into tears of a thousand streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance 'I am!'