Those who are near me do not know that you are nearer to me than they are Those who speak to me do not know that my heart is full with your unspoken words Those who crowd in my path do not know that I am walking alone with you Those who love me do not know that their love brings you to my heart

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

when you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.

The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which, once realised, makes all movements full of meaning and joy.

And, indeed, what little of beauty and peace is to be found in the societies of men is owing to the daily performance of small duties, not to big doings and fine talk.

A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.

All that is not given is lost.