Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.

I am willing to serve my country, but my worship I reserve for Right which is far greater than my country. To worship my country as a god is to bring a curse upon it.

Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.

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

Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is beyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by the rhythm of day and night; it is not of the earth. But your poet knows that its eternal hunger is for time and space, and it strives evermore to be born in the fruitful dust. Heaven is fulfilled in your sweet body, my child, in your palpitating heart. The sea is beating its drums in joy, the flowers are a-tiptoe to kiss you. For heaven is born in you, in the arms of the mother- dust.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.