Those who have knowledge, don’t predict. Those who predict, don’t have knowledge.

Books of the sages of the ages reflect upon in stages; like honey their words on the tongue give due savour.”{Source: A Green Desert Father}

Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.

The career of a sage is of two kinds: He is either honored by all in the world, Like a flower waving its head, Or else he disappears into the silent forest.

In fact, in lyric poetry, truthfulness becomes recognizable as a ring of truth within the medium itself.

From wonder into wonder existence opens.

One can not reflect in streaming water. Only those who know internal peace can give it to others.

From caring comes courage.