Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.
I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.
The highest education is that which does not merely give us information but makes our life in harmony with all existence.
Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time.
Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.
Man is a rough-hewn and woman a finished product.
The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself.
Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.
Boasting is only a masked shame; it does not truly believe in itself.
Do not blame the food because you have no appetite.
He alone may chastise who loves.
There is no “next” after you are dead and gone from your own world.
It is the docile who achieve the most impossible things in this world.
Bravery ceases to be bravery at a certain point, and becomes mere foolhardiness.
Let the splendor of diamond, pearl and ruby vanish? Only let this one teardrop, this Taj Mahal, glisten spotlessly bright on the cheek of time, forever and ever.
When I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away.
God, the Great Giver, can open the whole universe to our gaze in the narrow space of a single land.
The bird thinks it a favor to give the fish a lift in the air.
A lamp can only light another lamp when it continues to burn in its own flame.
I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things.
Unless you have found God in your own soul, the whole world will seem meaningless to you.