We fear death, yet we long for slumber and beautiful dreams.

How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.

Now let us play hide and seek. Should you hide in my heart it would not be difficult to find you. But should you hide behind your own shell, then it would be useless for anyone to seek you.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

A minute moving among the patterns of beauty and the dreams of love is greater and more precious than an age filled with splendor granted by the weak to the strong.

Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches; yet it sends our living roots deeper into the living heart of the living earth.

You may forget with whom you laughed, but you will never forget with whom you wept.