People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.

I am athirst for God, the living God.

we wish for more in life rather than more of it.

The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.

Tears are the showers that fertilize this world.

The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.

Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.