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

Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a true lover truly knows that he is loved.

Dreams can never be made captive.

My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.

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

The best kind of wealth is to give up inordinate desires.

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.