Touch not the flute when drums are sounding around; when fools have the word, the wise will be silent.

The roots of the deepest love die in the heart, if not tenderly cherished.

Thus we build on the ice, thus we write on the waves of the sea; the waves roaring pass away, the ice melts, and away goes our palace, like our thoughts.

A poet is the creator of the nation around him, he gives them a world to see and has their souls in his hand to lead them to that world.

All our science calculates with abstracted individual external marks, which do not touch the inner existence of any single thing

So says the most ancient book of the Earth; thus it is written on its leaves of marble, lime, sand, slate, and clay: ... that our Earth has fashioned itself, from its chaos of substances and powers, through the animating warmth of the creative spirit, to a peculiar and original whole, by a series of preparatory revolutions, till at last the crown of its creation, the exquisite and tender creature man, was enabled to appear.

Say oh wise man how you have come to such knowledge? Because I was never ashamed to confess my ignorance and ask others.