Great suffering brings with it the power of great endurance. When sorrow is deepest all the forces of patience and courage are banded together to do their duty. So while we are cowards before petty troubles, great sorrows make us brave by rousing our truer manhood.

The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.

Music fills the infinite between two souls.

The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time.

Where roads are made I lose my way.In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

The world speaks to me in colors, my soul answers in music.