He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
RABINDRANATH TAGOREThe small wisdom is like water in a glass, clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.
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If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door- or i’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.
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The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
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The highest education is that which does not merely give us information but makes our life in harmony with all existence.
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Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.
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Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain.
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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.
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Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.
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Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.
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Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
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Power said to the world, you are mine. The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, I am thine. The world gave it the freedom of her house.
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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.
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Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
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Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
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Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.
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I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.
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