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We live in the world when we love it.
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That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
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To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
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Never be afraid of the moments-thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
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Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
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By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.
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Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.
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Those who are near me do not know that you are nearer to me than they are Those who speak to me do not know that my heart is full with your unspoken words Those who crowd in my path do not know that I am walking alone with you Those who love me do not know that their love brings you to my heart
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Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.
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The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.
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Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance.
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In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.
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The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
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The highest education is that which does not merely give us information but makes our life in harmony with all existence.
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Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.
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We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
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... let us unite, not in spite of our differences, but through them. For differences can never be wiped away, and life would be so much the poorer without them. Let all human races keep their own personalities, and yet come together, not in a uniformity that is dead, but in a unity that is living.
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Age considers; youth ventures.
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What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.
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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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The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time.
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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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In India, the measure of a singer's freedom is in his own creative personality. He can sing the composer's song as his own, if he has the power creatively to assert himself in his interpretation of the general law of the melody which he is given to interpret.