Let my love like sunlight surround you and yet give you illumined freedom.
Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!
Power said to the world, "You are mine." The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, "I am thine." The world gave it the freedom of her house.
It is in the very heart of our activity that we search for our goal.
Dreams can never be made captive.
Religion, like poetry, is not a mere idea, it is expression. The self-expression of God is in the endless variety of creation; and our attitude toward the Infinite Being must also in its expression have a variety of individuality ceaseless and unendi.