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The might desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
His own mornings are new surprises to God.
Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.
Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing.
But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
God finds himself by creating.
Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.
My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and brings out surprises of beauty.
The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice.
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth. The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her master.
"How far are you from me, O Fruit?"
"I am hidden in your heart, O Flower."
The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky. The morning crowned it with splendor.
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning. Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words that are clear; the great truth has great silence.
（the great truth has great silence）
in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.
Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do become untroubled in its depth of peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.
The best does not come alone. It comes with the company of the all.
Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.
The service of the fruit is precious, the service of the flower is sweet, but let my service be the service of the leaves in its shade of humble devotion.
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
The storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace.
The silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous day of the child.
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