Music fills the infinite between two souls.
Facts are many, but the truth is one.
Love is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.
Our heart ever changes its place till it finds love, and then it has its rest.
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.
Love must be one and two at the same time.
We have no word for ‘nation’ in our language.