We live in this world when we
If you shed tears when you
miss the sun, you
also miss the stars.
I cannot chose the best. The best chooses me.
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
They throw their shadows before them who carry
their lantern on their back.
"We, the rusting leaves, have a voice that answers
the storms, but who are you, so silent?" – "I am a mere flower."
Man is a born child, his power is the power of
Beauty, find thyself in
not in the flattery of thy mirror.
Life finds its
wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of
Do not blame your food because you have no
He has made his weapons his gods. When his weapons
win he is defeated himself.
God finds himself by
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
The mind sharp, but not
broad, sticks at
every point but does not move.
Your idol is shuttered in the dust to prove that
God's dust is greater that your idol.
given to us, we earn it by giving it.
Never be afraid of the moments – thus sings the
voice of the everlasting.
The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the
no-road and suddenly ends its search in the Nowhere.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who
loves finds the gate open.
"How far are you from me, O Fruit?" – "I am
hidden in your heart, O Flower."
Do not insult your friend by lending him merits
from your own pocket.
I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a
lamp that has not been lighted.
The bird thinks it is an act of
kindness to give
the fish a lift in the air.
If you shut your door to all
errors truth will be shut out.
will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely
to supply it with water.
The sun greets me with a
smile. The rain, his sad
sister, talks to my
all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may
The best does not come alone. It comes with the
company of the all.
Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.
Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the
Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never
again soar in the sky.
The stream of truth flows through its
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis
misplaced is the unreal.
Lead me in the centre of thy silence to fill my
heart with songs.
Put out the lamp when thou wishest. I shall know
thy darkness and shall love it.
Man's history is waiting in patience for the
triumph of the insulted man.
I have scaled the peak and found no shelter in
fame's bleak and barren height. Lead me, my Guide, before the light fades, into
the valley of quiet where life's harvest mellows into
Let this be my last word, but I trust in
I have become my own version of an
optimist. 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.