“Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.”

When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

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

Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance.

The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.

Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.

Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.