Someone spilled the ink on the canvas. Now boasts: "I painted the night".
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.
The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.
when you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.
The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.
Compliments win friends, honesty loses them.