“The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.”

“The helpless ecstasy of loosing himself in her charm was a powerful opiate rather than a tonic.”

“When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
Fills the shadows and windy places
With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain.”

“The Morning of Manifestation sighed,
the breeze of Grace breathed gently,
ripples stirred
upon the sea of Generosity.
The clouds of Abundance poured down the rain
upon the soil of preparedness;
so much rain that the earth shone with Light.”

“Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.”

“On thy fair bosom, silver lake,
The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,
And round his breast the ripples break
As down he bears before the gale.”

“Raise your words, not voice.
It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”

“The exhilarating voice of a new, nonmystical consciousness … FM dares us to step outside our encaged historical selves and leap to a new stage of evolution.”

“Your voice is wild and simple.
You are untranslatable
Into any one tongue.”

“Like a delicate butterfly to us, who, carefree and exhilarated, fluttered right into the lamp of life, scorching her fine wings.”