With true friends . . . even water drunk together is sweet enough.

With true friends . . . even water drunk together is sweet enough.

I have drunk deep of the waters of my ancestors.

I have drunk deep of the waters of my ancestors.

And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.

And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.

The rising world of waters dark and deep.

The rising world of waters dark and deep.

Pouring oil on troubled water.

Pouring oil on troubled water.

It is the calm and silent water that drowns a man.

It is the calm and silent water that drowns a man.

Enough shovels of earth -- a mountain. Enough pails of water -- a river.

Enough shovels of earth -- a mountain. Enough pails of water -- a river.

In an age when man has forgotten his origins and is blind even to his most essential needs for survival, read more

In an age when man has forgotten his origins and is blind even to his most essential needs for survival, water along with other resources has become the victim of his indifference

You could not step twice into the same rivers; for other waters are ever flowing on to you.

You could not step twice into the same rivers; for other waters are ever flowing on to you.