Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.

It is in the very heart of our activity that we search for our goal.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

God finds himself by creating.

We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.

Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.

We live in the world when we love it.

Who are you, a hundred years from today, reading my poetry with curiosity?

The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.

The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.

When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.

Unless you have found God in your own soul, the whole world will seem meaningless to you.

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

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

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

The newer people of this modern age are more eager to amass than to realize.

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.