Languages are jealous sovereigns, and passports are rarely allowed for travellers to cross their strictly guarded borders.

Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.

If you allow your mind to carp at all and sundry, it will turn against itself: the majority of our sorrows are self-inflicted.

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

Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

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.