The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once a week.

It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

Life songs of ages, throbbing in my blood, have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood.

Only parts of us will ever touch only parts of others.

Life is an instinct for growth, for survival, for the accumulation of forces, for power.