We may change with the seasons but the seasons will not change us. The just is close to the people's hearts, but the merciful is close to the heart of God. My thought is a tender leaf that sways in every direction and find pleasure in its swayings. A tree grown in a cave does not bear fruit. Life is an island in an ocean of loneliness, an island whose rocks are hopes, whose trees are dreams, whose flowers are solitude.
Perplexity is the beginning of knowledge.
Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise, and they drop their leaves in Autumn and become naked in winter without fearing shame. Beauty is that which attracts the soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive. In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans. He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy. In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.