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.

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

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

Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.

Life could be limitless joy, if we would only take it for what it is, in the way it is given to us.