The ocean and I have many pebblesTo find and wash off and roll into shape.

Even the upper end of the riverbelieves in the ocean.

I am you; you are ME.  You are the waves; I am the ocean.  Know this and be free, be divine.

What we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But if that drop was not in the ocean, I think the ocean would be less because of that missing drop. I do not agree with the big way of doing things.

That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,-- Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.

Faith is knowing there is an ocean because you have seen a brook.