All that is not given is lost.

Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.

The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.

When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.

YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,' said the dewdrop to the lake.

Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.