we come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
the sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
“i give my whole water in joy,“ sings the waterfall, '''' though little of it is enough for the thirsty.''''
the woodcutter''s axe begged for its handle from tree, the tree gave it.
he who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
the scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the word.
the cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky, the morning crowned it with splendour.
the dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
god is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of his special favour.