to tyrannize for the country is to tyrannize over the country

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable. I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and thus I am blessed—let this be my parting word. In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him who is formless. My whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch; and if the end comes here, let it come—let this be my parting word.

The singer alone does not make a song, there has to be someone who hears. -Broken Song

Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.

Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.