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

Say not, I have found the path of the soul Say rather, I have met the soul walking upon my path.

I learnt silence from the talkative

Poetry is not the opinion stated. It is a song that appears instead of a bloody wound or a smiling mouth.

Truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness.

The truly good is he who is one with all those who are deemed bad.

A fox looked at his shadow at sunrise and said, “I will have a camel for lunch today.” And all morning he went about looking for camels. But at noon he saw his shadow again-and he said, “A mouse will do.