The world is ancient, but it has not lost its newness.
When the eye becomes the heart, the heart becomes the eye.
The ocean sleeps. The ocean wakes. And the waking of the ocean is the waking of the soul. At midnight wakefulness springs from within the ocean.
When the child is ill, the mother will know how to pray.
In order to spend out our time (life) we sell some of this time. We work for someone, we labour. In freedom we do slavery.
He who has no light in his heart, what will he gain from the festival of lamps.