Poet

Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

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

In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.

A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself.

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

Age considers; youth ventures.

Do not say, 'It is morning,' and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.

Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it.

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.

Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.

We gain freedom when we have paid the full price.

Those who own much have much to fear.

What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.

The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself.

Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.

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

Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.

Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them.