I Saw The Sunset Forty-four Times!

Peace Is Present When Things Form Part Of A Whole Greater Than Their Sum, As The Diverse Minerals In The Ground Collect To Become The Tree.

But The Conceited Man Did Not Hear Him. Conceited People Never Hear Anything But Praise.

If Some One Loves A Flower Of Which Just One Example Exists Among All The Millions And Millions Of Stars, That's Enough To Make Him Happy When He Looks At The Stars. He Tells Himself, "my Flower's Up There Somewhere. . . ." But If The Sheep Eats The Flower, Then For Him It's As If, Suddenly, All The Stars Went Out. And That Isn't Important?

What Value Has Compassion That Does Not Take Its Object In Its Arms?

There Is No Hope Of Joy Except In Human Relations.