“I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.”

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain.

If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.

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.

All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.

How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.

As one sits here in summertime and listens to the cuckoo and all the other bird songs, the crackling and buzzing of insects, as one gazes at the shining colors of flowers, doth one become dumbstruck before the Kingdom of the Creator.

I knew I held strength when in the darkest, coldest corner of my mind I managed to make flowers grow.

No dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.

I wanted to know the name of every stone and flower and insect and bird and beast. I wanted to know where it got its color, where it got its life – but there was no one to tell me.

Experiments upon vegetation give reason to believe that light combines with certain parts of vegetables, and that the green of their leaves, and the various colors of flowers, is chiefly owing to this combination.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.