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In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
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Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.
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The mist,like love,plays upon the heart of the hills and brings out surprises of beauty.
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We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
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The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice.
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Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
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The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
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Man barricades against himself.
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Your voice,my friend,wanders in my heart,like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
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What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
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Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
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He who wants to do good knocks at the gate;he who loves finds the gate open.
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In death the many becomes one;in life the one becomes many.Religion will be one when God is dead.
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The artist is the lover of Nature,therefore he is her slave and her master.
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“How far are you from me,O Fruit?”
“I am hidden in your heart,O Flower.”
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This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark,but not seen in the day.
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“You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf,I am the smaller one on its upper side,”said the dew drop to the lake.
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The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the sword.
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In darkness the One appears as uniform;in the light the One appears as manifold.
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The great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of the grass.
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The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of the eddy whose wider circles move slowly among stars.
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Power said to the world,“Your are mine.”The world kept it prisoner on her throne.Love said to the world,“I am thine.”The world gave it the freedom of her house.
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The mist is like the earth's desire.It hides the sun for whom she cries.
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Be still,my heart,these great trees are prayers.
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The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.
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I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten,and I feel the freedom of passing away.
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The sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.It waits to be lifted in the night.
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Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life;making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
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The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.The morning crowned it with splendor.
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The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
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Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them,but walk on,for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
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Roots are the branches down in the earth.Branches are roots in the air.
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The music of the far-away summer flutters around the autumn seeking its former nest.
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Do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket.
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The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.
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The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.
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God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of his special favor.
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I cast my own shadow upon my path,because I have a lamp that has not been lighted.
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Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamor of silence.
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That which ends in exhaustion is death,but the perfect ending is in the endless.
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The sun has his simple robe of light.The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.
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The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms,trying to catch stars.
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The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.
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The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow leaves that fall,and clouds that pass by.
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The earth hums to me today in the sun,like a woman at her spinning,some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue.
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The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.
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Dream is a wife who must talk.Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.
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The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear,“I am death,your mother.I am to give you fresh birth.”
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I feel thy beauty,dark night,like that of the loved woman when she has put out the lamp.
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I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.
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Dear friend,I feel the silence of your great thoughts of many a deepening eventide on this beach when I listen to these waves.
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The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a lift in the air.
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“In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me,”said the night to the sun.
“I leave my answers in tears upon the grass.”
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The Great is a born child;when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world.
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Not hammer-strokes,but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.
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Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
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To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
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Asks the Possible to the Impossible,“Where is your dwelling-place?”
“In the dreams of the impotent,”comes the answer.
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If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
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I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart—I cannot see them.
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Leisure in its activity is work.The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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The leaf becomes flower when it loves.The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
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This rainy evening the wind is restless.I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things.
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Storm of midnight,like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover,O sea,thou lonely bride of the storm.
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“I am ashamed of my emptiness,”said the Word to the Work.
“I know how poor I am when I see you,”said the Work to the Word.
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Time is the wealth of change,but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
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Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.In fiction she moves with ease.