Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all. Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to thee in everything, and offer to thee my love every moment. Let only that little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee. Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is carried out in my life--and that is the fetter of thy love.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

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

If you allow your mind to carp at all and sundry, it will turn against itself: the majority of our sorrows are self-inflicted.

Music fills the infinite between two souls.