I ask my destiny - what power is this That cruelly drives me onward without rest? My destiny says, "Look round!" I turn back and see It is I myself that is ever pushing me from behind.

The small wisdom is like water in a glass: clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.

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

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

I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.

When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.

Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.