If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,' said the dewdrop to the lake.

By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.

The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.

The meaning of the living words that come out of the experiences of great hearts can never be exhausted by any one system of logical interpretation. They have to be endlessly explained by the commentaries of individual lives, and they gain an added mystery in each new revelation.

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart . . .

The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.