A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.

I spend my happiest hours in reading Vedantic books. They are to me like the light of the morning, like the pure air of the mountains - so simple, so true, if once understood.

Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.

Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less but that he who loves can only love with the whole heart, and with the whole soul with all his strength and with all his will.