If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.

Learn the words of wisdom uttered by the wise and apply them in your own life. Live them - but do not a make a show of reciting them, for he who repeats what he does not understand is no better than an ass loaded with books.

But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.

Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream. And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space. Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds? And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?

The earth is like a beautiful bride who needs no manmade jewels to heighten her loveliness.

Perhaps time’s definition of coal is the diamond.