The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.

The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life.

The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.

We are hidden in ourselves, like a truth hidden in isolated facts. When we know that this One in us is One in all, then our truth is revealed.

The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.

We live in the world when we love it.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.