God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.

The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself.

The birds looked upon me as nothing but a man, quite a trifling creature without wings-and they would have nothing to do with me. Were it not so I would build a small cabin for myself among their crowd of nests and pass my days counting the sea waves.

The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.

Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a true lover truly knows that he is loved.

God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.

When the heat and motion of blind impulses and passions distract it on all sides, we can neither give nor receive anything truly. But when we find our centre in our soul by the power of self-restraint, by the force that harmonizes all warring element