Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

The human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual.

Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.

One who has never known the turbulence of life, in whom the petals of the mysterious flower within have never opened; such a one may seem happy, may seem a saint, his single track mind may impress the multitude with its power - but he is ill equipped for life's true adventure into the infinite.

The Great Morning which is for all, rises in the East.

For man is by nature an artist.

The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.