Man discovers his own wealth when God comes to ask gifts of him.
Poems On Love Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty. Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom. Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
The bird thinks it a favor to give the fish a lift in the air
[The poets' role is that of] capturing on their instruments the secret stir of life in the air and giving it voice in the music of prophecy
And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
If religion, instead of being the manifestation of a spiritual ideal, gives prominence to scriptures and external rites, then does it disturb the peace more than anything else.
Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
The best kind of wealth is to give up inordinate desires.
I am able to love my God because He gives me freedom to deny Him.
Let my love like sunlight surround you and yet give you illumined freedom.
My dearest life, I know you are not mine forever; but do love me even if it’s for this moment. After that I shall vanish into the forest where you cast me, I won’t ask anyone for anything again. Give me something that can last me till I die.
Love gives beauty to everything it touches.
When the heat and motion of blind impulses and passions distract it on all sides, we can neither give nor receive anything truly. But when we find our centre in our soul by the power of self-restraint, by the force that harmonizes all warring element
I never give answers. I lead on from one question to another. That is my leadership.