“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.”

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every step.

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.