The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.
True beauty is a ray That springs from the sacred depths of the soul, and illuminates the body, just as life springs from the kernel of a stone and gives colour and scent to a flower.
The images we create could turn into wild beasts and tear us to pieces.
What is planted in each person's soul will sprout.
Not the ones speaking the same language, but the ones sharing the same feeling understand each other.
Make my heart, O heart of the universe, a divine bird that nests only on the throne of God.