Whenever our life is stirred by truth, it expresses energy and comes to be filled, as it were, with a creative ardor. This consciousness of the creative urge is evidence of the force of truth on our mind.
The bird thinks it a favor to give the fish a lift in the air
The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom, and yet keep it for himself.
The world speaks to me in colors, my soul answers in music.
The heart wants to go on; that is its dharma. For unless it moves, it dies.
If it is necessary to die in order to live like men, what harm in dying?