The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.

To be constantly changing one's plans isn't decision at all-it's indecision.

The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which, once realised, makes all movements full of meaning and joy.

The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.

If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,' said the dewdrop to the lake.

I never give answers. I lead on from one question to another. That is my leadership.