The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.

Don't limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

Do not say, 'It is morning,' and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.

He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

Facts are many, but the truth is one.

The water in a vessel is sparkling the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear the great truth has great silence.