Facts are many, but the truth is one.
Our heart ever changes its place till it finds love, and then it has its rest.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.
Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.
Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
Love must be one and two at the same time.
Love is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.
We have no word for ‘nation’ in our language.