Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.
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.
Life is given to us; we earn it by giving it.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.
Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.
The fundamental desire of life is the desire to exist.