From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest.
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
Trees are Earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.
Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God’s dust is greater than your idol.
The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.
You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself.