When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

Faith is a bird that can see the light when it is dawn and starts singing in the dark.

Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.

Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

Oh, grant me my prayer, that I may never lose the touch of the one in the play of the many.

Yet what each one does is by no means of little moment. The grass has to put forth all its energy to draw sustenance from the uttermost tips of its rootlets simply to grow where it is as grass; it does not vainly strive to become a banyan tree; and so the earth gains a lovely carpet of green.

The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.