At Christmas-tide the open hand Scatters its bounty o'er sea and land, And none are left to grieve alone, For Love is heaven and claims its own.
He who obtains has little. He who scatters has much.
Faith is not a light which scatters all our darkness, but a lamp which guides our steps in the night and suffices for the journey.
He scatters enjoyment who can enjoy much.
Fickle Fortune reigns, and, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.
Beauty scatters the seeds of hope in us.
He that scatters thorns, let him not go barefoot.
The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.
April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet.
Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.
Heat lingers As days are still long; Early mornings are cool While autumn is still young. Dew on the lotus Scatters pure perfume; Wind on the bamboos Gives off a gentle tinkling. I am idle and lonely, Lying down all day, Sick and decayed; No one asks for me; Thin dusk before my gates, Cassia blossoms inch deep.
