I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

I have on my table a violin string. It is free to move in any direction I like. If I twist one end, it responds; it is free. But it is not free to sing. So I take it and fix it into my violin. I bind it and when it is bound, it is free for the first time to sing.

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.

We are like newborn children, Our power is the power to grow.

It's far better to make people angry than to make them ashamed.

The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.

The bird thinks it a favor to give the fish a lift in the air