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	This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.   
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	Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.   
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	When sorrow is deepest...then the surface crust is pierced, and consolation wells up, and all the forces of patience and courage are banded together to do their duty. Thus great suffering brings with it the power of great endurance. So while we are cowards before petty troubles, great sorrows make us brave by rousing our truer manhood.   
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	Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.   
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	Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.   
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	There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not losing its infinity. If this meeting is dissolved, then things become unreal.   
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	Reason tells us that creation never can be perfectly happy. So long as it is incomplete it must put up with imperfection and sorrow. It can only be perfect when it ceases to be creation, and is God. Do our prayers dare go so far?   
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	The fountain of death makes the still water of life play.   
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	In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.   
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	Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.   
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	YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,' said the dewdrop to the lake.   
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	My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.   
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	The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps - does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.   
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	Those who own much have much to fear.   
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	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.   
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	The cure for all the illness of life is stored in the inner depth of life itself, the access to which becomes possible when we are alone. This solitude is a world in itself, full of wonders and resources unthought of. It is absurdly near; yet so unapproachably distant.   
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	According to the Upanishads, the complete aspect of Truth is in the reconciliation on the finite and the infinite, of everchanging things and the eternal spirit of perfection. When in our life and work the harmony between these two is broken, then either our life is thinned into a shadow, or it becomes gross with accumulations.   
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	Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.   
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	In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.   
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	Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do, become untroubled in its depth of peace, like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.   
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	O Woman, you are not merely the handiwork of God, but also of men; these are ever endowing you with beauty from their own hearts … You are one-half woman and one-half dream.   
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	Your love keeps me afloat but will remain the anchor in my soul... I don't really have words to describe how romantic I find that. Your love is what keeps me going, but it's also the anchor that keeps me close to you. I love it!   
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	Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.   
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	Jewel-Like the immortal does not boast of its length of years but of the scintillating point of the moment.   
