Never, never pin your whole faith on any human being: not if he is the best and wisest in the whole world. There are lots of nice things you can do with sand; but do not try building a house on it.
We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world.
By the way, did you ever realize that if Moses would have turned right instead of left, we'd have had the oil, the Arabs would have had the sand?
The divine is everywhere, even in a grain of sand; there I represented it in the reeds.
We have a definite but unknown quantity of experience at our disposal. As soon as the hourglass is turned, the sand will begin to run out and once it starts, it cannot stop until it's all gone.
Time slips through our hands like grains of sand, never to return again.
People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don't acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are memories that will remain, memories of the time when there was still time left.
Putting our heads in the sand won't stop the inexorable advancement of technology.
We all have hourglass figures; your sand just settles in different places.
