Power takes as ingratitude the writhing of its victims

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

In death the many become one; in life the one become many.

When you have once taken up a responsibility, you must see it through.

Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my child.

Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all. Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to thee in everything, and offer to thee my love every moment. Let only that little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee. Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is carried out in my life--and that is the fetter of thy love.