You can never hate strongly unless you have loved strongly.

For feeling, not events, is to me the essence of history.

They are all I have left—the stars and the memory of the many times I wished upon them. But with all those wishes, I asked for only one thing. To see him again. But I will not see him again. I do not see him now.

When you were in love, you knew no fear or hatred. When you were fearful, there was no possibility of love or hate. And when there was hate, there was only hate.

One question always leads to another question. Some things are better to wonder about.

A true teacher would never tell you what to do. But he would give you the knowledge with which you could decide what would be best for you to do.

Why am I talking about all this? Who am I talking to? I send out these words, these thoughts, simply because it is time. Time for what, I do not know and it does not matter because it is what I want and that is always reason enough for me.