My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.

A thorn can only be extracted if you know where it is.

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart . . .

Plant flowers in others' gardens and your life becomes a bouquet! Submitted by Lisa Letto, Coordinator, Nutrition Resource and Volunteer Centre, College of Pharmacy and Nutrition, University of Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, Canada I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy, I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

Whether joy or sorrow, pain or pleasure; whatsoever may befall thee, accept it serenely with an unvanquished heart.

It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.