To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown−ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures.

* if someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows, in all the millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars.

The essential things in life are seen, not with the eyes but with the heart.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

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.

We don’t ask to be eternal beings. We only ask that things do not lose all their meaning.

The field of consciousness is tiny. It accepts only one problem at a time.