Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love - Rabindranath Tagore

Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come.

The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone 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.

for we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.