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

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 . . .

From the grasses in the field to the stars in the sky, each one is doing just that; and there is such profound peace and surpassing beauty in nature because none of these tries forcibly to transgress its limitations.

Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin

Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.

You can't cross a sea by merely staring into the water.

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love