Brahma was excessively sparing with earth, water, and fire.... The reckless expenditure of air and ether in his composition was amazing. And, in consequence, he perpetually struggled to outreach the wind, to outrun space itself. Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the Horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin.

Compliments win friends, honesty loses them.

At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

Someone spilled the ink on the canvas. Now boasts: "I painted the night".

The force of arms only reveals man s weakness.

The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.

The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.