Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms

The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

A message came from my youth of vanished days, saying, 'I wait for you among the quivering of unborn May, where smiles ripen for tears and hours ache with songs unsung.' It says, 'Come to me across the worn-out track of age, through the gates of death. For dreams fade, hopes fail, the fathered fruits of the year decay, but I am the eternal truth, and you shall meet me again and again in your voyage of life from shore to shore.

We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every second.

The movement of life has its rest in its own music.

Unless you have found God in your own soul, the whole world will seem meaningless to you.

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.