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

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

Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.

The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music... The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.

And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.

There is no "next" after you are dead and gone from your own world.

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.