In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.
The higher nature in man always seeks for something which transcends itself and yet is its deepest truth; which claims all its sacrifice, yet makes this sacrifice its own recompense. This is man's dharma, man's religion, and man's self is the vessel.
The heart wants to go on; that is its dharma. For unless it moves, it dies.
The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself.
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom, and yet keep it for himself.