These things he said in words. But much in his heart remained unsaid. For he himself could not speak his deeper secret.

If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.

My friends: Music is the language of spirits. Its melody is like the frolicsome breeze that makes the strings quiver with love. When the gentle fingers of Music knock at the door of our feelings, they awaken memories that have long lain hidden in the depths of the Past. The sad strains of Music bring us mournful recollections; and her quiet strains bring us joyful memories. The sound of strings makes us weep at the departure of a dear one, or makes us smile at the peace God has bestowed upon us.

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

I use hate as a weapon to defend myself; had I been strong, I would never have needed that kind of weapon.

How distant I am from people when I am with them, and how close when they are far away.

Sow a seed and the earth will yield you a flower. Dream your dream to the sky and it will bring you your beloved.