He who does not attempt to make peace When small discords arise, Is like the bee's hive which leaks drops of honey Soon, the whole hive collapses.
Man is everywhere a disturbing agent. Wherever he plants his foot, the harmonies of nature are turned to discords.
Faith makes the discords of the present the harmonies of the future.
The soul, O ganders, flies beyond the parks And far beyond the discords of the wind.
There are no discords in my being. Being is peace.