Whenever our life is stirred by truth, it expresses energy and comes to be filled, as it were, with a creative ardor. This consciousness of the creative urge is evidence of the force of truth on our mind.

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

The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.

Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a true lover truly knows that he is loved.

Repentance is a gift of God's grace.

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.

Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky.