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

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

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.

We want to be poets of our life first of all in the smallest most everyday matters.

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

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