If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water .Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find we were dear to each other.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
I sit at the window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
O beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.
The waterfall sings," I find my song, when I find my freedom."
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence. It is for small needs it never asks, or knows, or remembers.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
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.
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread.
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamor of silence.
The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.
The Great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world.
To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
The rainy evening the wind is restless. I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things.
Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
I have my stars in the sky, but oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
The Great walks with the Small without fear. The middling keeps aloof.
When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance?
It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones- great things are for everyone.
Woman, thou hast encircled the world's heart with the depth of thy tears as the sea has the earth.
Sit still, my heart, do not raise your dust. Let the world find its way to you.
Woman, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
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.
Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.
Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose.
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.