A lamp can only light another lamp when it continues to burn in its own flame.
The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
My fancies are fireflies Specks of living light twinkling in the dark.
These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.