“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.”

Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

The small wisdom is like water in a glass, clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.

Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.

Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come.

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

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.

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

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Never be afraid of the moments–thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward by outward beauty.

Never be afraid of the moments-thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.

Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.

The Earth would die If the sun stopped kissing her.

As crude a weapon as a cave man’s club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life.

If the sky stands still, if the earth quakes, if there is famine, if there is pestilence, at once the cry is raised: Throw the Christians to the lions! So many to one?

The meek may one day inherit the earth, but not the headlines.

What can be more foolish than to think that all this rare fabric of heaven and earth could come by chance?

Peace on earth would mean the end of civilization as we know it.