The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music... The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.

If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow. Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

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

Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.

Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.

Languages are jealous sovereigns, and passports are rarely allowed for travellers to cross their strictly guarded borders.