The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.
Life is but a sleep disturbed by dreaming, prompted by the will; the saddened soul with sadness hides it's secrets, and the gay, with thrill.
Only love and death will change all things.
Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Some who are too scrupulous to steal your possessions nevertheless see no wrong in tampering with your thoughts.
The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.