Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

We live in the world when we love it.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.

The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music... The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.

I ask my destiny - what power is this That cruelly drives me onward without rest? My destiny says, "Look round!" I turn back and see It is I myself that is ever pushing me from behind.