The peach-bud glows, the wild bee hums, and wind-flowers wave in graceful gladness.

If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.

Whatever with the past has gone, The best is always yet to come.

He who plants a tree, plants a hope.

A drop of water, if it could write out its own history, would explain the universe to us.

Like a plant that starts up in showers and sunshine and does not know which has best helped it to grow, it is difficult to say whether the hard things or the pleasant things did me the most good.

When April steps aside for May, Like diamonds all the rain-drops glisten; Fresh violets open every day: To some new bird each hour we listen.

Some of us must wait for the best human gifts until we come to heavenly places. Our natural desire for musical utterance is perhaps a prophecy that in a perfect world we shall all know how to sing.

Every true friend is a glimpse of God.

I defied the machinery to make me its slave. Its incessant discords could not drown the music of my thoughts if I would let them fly high enough.

The curse of covetousness is that it destroys manhood by substituting money for character.

I am with you always. You just have to find me by opening your inner eyes and closing your egocentric mind.

Never mistaken humility for foolishness, nor pride for power.

But the universe in its immensity is nevertheless of a piece, and what applies at one end of it applies at the other. No doubt misery, like happiness and hope, is found throughout the stars.

The secret of concentration is to shut down the other windows.

Where no plan is laid where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident chaos will soon reign.

Their minds sang with the ecstatic knowledge that either what they were doing was completely and utterly and totally impossible or that physics had a lot of catching up to do.

Technology has developed to a whole other level and theres the scientist part of me that loves that stuff.

If one doesn't know one's own country, one doesn't have standards for foreign countries.

Let us listen to the voices of our Forebears ... In the smoky cabin, souls that wish us well are murmuring.

I am a Slavic musician and it is deeply inside of me.