Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all. Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to thee in everything, and offer to thee my love every moment. Let only that little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee. Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is carried out in my life--and that is the fetter of thy love.

The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song.

We manage to swallow flesh, only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing we do.

The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.

The greed for fruit misses the flower.

God, the Great Giver, can open the whole universe to our gaze in the narrow space of a single land.

Saltwater heals, healing referring to its various forms; tears, cleanses and heals the soul; sweat, cleanses through labor; the ocean, heals in all its forms.