To create something you must be something.

Wind is the loving Wooer of waters; Wind blends together Billows all-foaming. Spirit of man, Thou art like unto water! Fortune of man, Thou art like unto wind!

Even though the world as a whole progresses, youth must always start again from the beginning, and as individuals go through the epochs of the world's culture.

Smoothly and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is covered.

Experience is only half of experience.

Beauty is everywhere a welcome guest.

We all walk in mysteries. We are surrounded by an atmosphere about which we still know nothing at all.