Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that's the essence of running, and a metaphor for life

The honour of physical decline is waiting, and you have to get used to that reality.

Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.

Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don't know it is raining.

Where there is light, there must be shadow, where there is shadow there must be light. There is no shadow without light and no light without shadow.... We do not know if the so-called Little People are good or evil. This is, in a sense, something that surpasses our understanding and our definitions. We have lived with them since long, long ago-- from a time before good and evil even existed, when people's minds were still benighted.

Certain kinds of knowledge rob people of their sleep.

The best musicians transpose consciousness into sound; painters do the same for color and shape.