“I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.”

He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.

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.

I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.

The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence.

I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.

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

Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance

Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward by outward beauty.

If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door- or i’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.

The highest education is that which does not merely give us information but makes our life in harmony with all existence.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every step.

Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.

The most mighty of nature’s laws is this, that out of Death she brings Life.

All deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea, while the wildest winds of heaven and earth conspire to cast her on the treacherous, slavish shore.

Happiness depends on being free, and freedom depends on being courageous.

We get something to do and as soon as we’ve got it, it gets us.

Yes, you’ve got to sing from the depths of the heart.

Look closer and you’ll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

Where are we really going? Always home.

O’er Ocean, with a thousand masts, sails forth the stripling bold- One boat, hard rescued from the deep, draws into port the old!