We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.

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

Work, especially good work, becomes easy only when desire has learnt to discipline itself.

Let my love like sunlight surround you and yet give you illumined freedom.

If someone smells a flower and says he does not understand, the reply to him is: there is nothing to understand, it is only a scent. If he persists, saying: that I know, but what does it all mean? Then one has either to change the subject, or make it more abstruse by saying that the scent is the shape which the universal joy takes in the flower.