The more love you give, the more you own.
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
The only journey is the one within.
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
And now we welcome the new year. Full of things that have never been.