The past is always with us, for nothing that once was time can ever depart.

The thing which seems so glorious when viewed from the heights of the country's cause looks so muddy when seen from the bottom. One begins by getting angry and then feels disgusted.

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.

To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.

Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.

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

What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.