Sweet May lies fresh before us, To life the young flowers leap, And through the Heaven's blue o'er us The rosy cloudlets sweep.

Silence is the essential condition of happiness.

Where books are burned in the end people will be burned too.

Wherever books are burned, human beings are destined to be burned too.

We know only that our entire existence is forced into new paths and disrupted, that new circumstances, new joys and new sorrows await us, and that the unknown has its uncanny attractions, alluring and at the same time anguishing.

Like a great poet, Nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. These are simply a sun, trees, flowers, water and love.

The fountain of love is the rose and the lily, the sun and the dove.