An eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind.
It was in my heart to help a little because I was helped much.
To belittle, you have to be little.
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.
Virtue tested: "Have I not survived hunger and thirst, suffering, and mockery for the sake of the truth which heaven has awakened in my heart?
Lovers embrace that which is between them rather than each other.