The greed for fruit misses the flower.

Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.

Only in silence I find myself. Life in the city is so hectic that you lose the right perspective. It's important to know that our biggest resources are in our heart.

A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.