“Gray hairs are death’s blossoms.”

In the society, where people are just parts in a larger machine, individuals are unable to develop fully.

Appearance rules the world.

To know thyself- in others self-concern; Would’st thou know others? read thyself–and learn!

The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies.

Illusion is brief, but repentance is long.

Votes should be weighed not counted.

He that is over-cautious will accomplish but very little.

In a narrow circle the mind grows narrow. The more one expands, the larger their aims.

A childlike mind in its simplicity practises that science of good to which the wise may be blind.

Individual character is in the right that is in strict consistence with itself. Self-contradiction is the only wrong.

The iron chain and the silken cord are both equally bonds.

Dear is my friend–yet from my foe, as from my friend, comes good: My friend shows what I can do, and my foe what I should.

The dream is short, repentance long.

Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?

Without a home must the soldier go, a changeful wanderer, and can warm himself at no home-lit hearth.

The joke loses everything when the joker laughs himself.

Emptiness is bound to bloom, like hundreds of grasses blossoming.

For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.

A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!

This is what makes us human. But it comes with a costly price: the wound of mortality. Our existence is forever shadowed by the knowledge that we will grow, blossom, and, inevitably, diminish and die.

Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.

Letting a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend is the policy for promoting the progress of the arts and the sciences and a flourishing culture in our land.

It is to make it nurture and grow that I write my script- it is directing it that makes my tree blossom and bear fruit.

Single-minded devotion engenders deep thought, which expresses itself in action. The Lord’s Light descends on the devotee, His power awakens in him and, as a result, profound inner inquiry blossoms forth.