Give Your Approval To All You Cannot

The Grower Of Trees, The Gardener, The Man Born To Farming, Whose Hands Reach Into The Ground And Sprout, To Him The Soil Is A Divine Drug. He Enters Into Death Yearly, And Comes Back Rejoicing. He Has Seen The Light Lie Down In The Dung Heap, And Rise Again In The Corn.

Be Joyful Because It Is Humanly Possible.

We Live Beyond Words, As Also We Live Beyond Computation And Beyond Theory.

Better Than Any Argument Is To Rise At Dawn And Pick Dew-wet Red Berries In A Cup.

The Mind That Is Not Baffled, Is Unemployed