The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.

And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.

Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.

It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.

False hope is clung to with all one's might and main, till a day comes when it has sucked the heart dry and it forcibly breaks through its bonds and departs. After that comes the misery of awakening, and then once again the longing to get back into the maze of the same mistakes.

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