The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.

I've travelled all around the world to see the rivers and the mountains, and I've spent a lot of money. I have gone to great lengths, I have seen everything, but I forgot to see just outside my house a dewdrop on a little blade of grass, a dewdrop which reflects in its convexity the whole universe around you.

The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.

Death is turning out the lamp because the dawn has appeared.

The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.

When he has the power to see things detached from self-interest and from the insistent claims of the lust of the senses, then alone can he have the true vision of the beauty that is everywhere.