I'm lost in the middle of my birthday. I want my friends, their touch, with the earth's last love. I will take life's final offering, I will take the last human blessing.

The movement of life has its rest in its own music.

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

Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield,But to my own strength. Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved,But for the patience to win my freedom.

For man is by nature an artist.

We do not want nowadays temples of worship and outward rites and ceremonies. What we really want is an Asram. We want a place where the beauty of nature and the noblest pursuits of man are in a sweet harmony.