You know... when you are sad you love the sunsets.
The Beauty of the Mountain is hidden for all those who try to discover it from the top, supposing that, one way or an other, one can reach this place directly. The Beauty of the Mountain reveals only to those who climbed it.
In order to cure a feeling of malaise, you have to throw light on it.
Perfection is not when there is no more to add, but no more to take away.
The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.
Sometimes we behave as though there was something more important than life. But what?