The birds looked upon me as nothing but a man, quite a trifling creature without wings-and they would have nothing to do with me. Were it not so I would build a small cabin for myself among their crowd of nests and pass my days counting the sea waves.

On each race is laid the duty to keep alight its own lamp of mind as its part in the illumination of the world. To break the lamp of any people into deprive it of its rightful place in the world festival.

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love

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

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

Everything has sprung from immortal life and is vibrating with life, for life is immense!

God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.