“How massively the mountains stand, while low to the ground the sand blows. The sand blows on and on. And then there are no mountains, none at all, the sand has kissed and whispered them away. And still, the sand blows on.”
“That was a mean thought, and not funny at all. I let it turn to sand and blow out of my head.”
“Faith as tiny as a grain of sand allows us to move mountains.”
“Some little pieces of sand are so full of ego that they see themselves as a giant rock! But then the wind blows, the big ego flies in the air!”
“I am forever walking upon these shores,Betwixt the sand and the foam,The high tide will erase my foot prints,And the wind will blow away the foam,But the sea and the shore will remain forever.”
“It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out; it is the grain of sand in your shoe.”