The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time.

We manage to swallow flesh, only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing we do.

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

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.

If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience. The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things