“Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.”

The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.

We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

Men can only think. Women have a way of understanding without thinking. Woman was created out of God’s own fancy. Man, He had to hammer into shape.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

For we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.

Great calm, generous detachment, selfless love, disinterested effort: these are what make for success in life. If you can find peace in yourself and can spread comfort around you, you will be happier than an empress.

The biggest changes in a women’s nature are brought by love; in man, by ambition

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

They’re powerful, those songs. At times they’ve been my only way back, the only door out of the dark, bad places the black dog calls home.

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.

What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!

The great empire will be torn from limb, the all-powerful one for more than four-hundred years: Great power given to the dark one from slaves come.

God made night, But man made darkness.

It’s her black wings that make her beautiful.

You’d be a fool to think that you leaving me in darkness meant I’d stay there forever.

There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.