Mistakes live in the neighbourhood of truth and therefore delude us.

It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.

The weak can be terrible because they try furiously to appear strong.

Boasting is only a masked shame; it does not truly believe in itself.

Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.

While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

When you have once taken up a responsibility, you must see it through.

My fancies are fireflies Specks of living light twinkling in the dark.

Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky.

The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.

It is the docile who achieve the most impossible things in this world.

I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.

Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.

Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it.

You are invited to the festival of this world and your life is blessed.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom, and yet keep it for himself.

The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth

If it is necessary to die in order to live like men, what harm in dying?

Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.

Someone spilled the ink on the canvas. Now boasts: "I painted the night".

I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.

Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.

Don't limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time.

Let my love like sunlight surround you and yet give you illumined freedom.

Who are you, a hundred years from today, reading my poetry with curiosity?

The past is always with us, for nothing that once was time can ever depart.

The heart wants to go on; that is its dharma. For unless it moves, it dies.

The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.

When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.

To be constantly changing one's plans isn't decision at all-it's indecision.

A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.

Plunge into the deep without fear, with the gladness of April in your heart.

The newer people of this modern age are more eager to amass than to realize.

The artist is the lover of nature; therefore he is her slave and her master.

I touch God in my songas the hill touched the far-away seawith its waterfall.

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.

Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.

A lamp can only light another lamp when it continues to burn in its own flame.

Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.

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

What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.

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

God seeks comrades and claims love, The devil seeks slaves and claims obedience.

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