God finds himself by creating.
Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.
The fish in the water are silent, the animals on the earth are noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
In death the many become one; in life the one become many.
Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?
Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.
In the world’s audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.
Please is frail like a dewdrop, while it laughs it dies. But sorrow is strong and abiding. Let sorrowful love wake in your eyes.
Man’s freedom is never in being saved from troubles, but it is the freedom to take trouble for his own good, to make the trouble an element in his joy.
Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.
Today I feel that I shall win through. I have come to the gateway of the simple; I am now content to see things as they are. I have gained freedom myself; I shall allow freedom to others. In my work will be my salvation.
When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.
It’s far better to make people angry than to make them ashamed.
It is no easy task to lead men. But it is easy enough to drive them.
I never give answers. I lead on from one question to another. That is my leadership.
Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.
The world speaks to me in colors, my soul answers in music.
The thing which seems so glorious when viewed from the heights of the country’s cause looks so muddy when seen from the bottom. One begins by getting angry and then feels disgusted.
For man is by nature an artist.