He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy. [for without sorrow how would you know what joy is? Contrast provides peceptive clarity]

The poet is a bird of strange moods. He descends from his lofty domain to tarry among us, singing; if we do not honor him he will unfold his wings and fly back to his dwelling place.

If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more,we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song. And if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky.

Braving obstacles and hardships is braver than retreat to tranquility.

The snow and the storm destroy the flower; but its seed they cannot kill.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

Disagreement may be the shortest cut between two minds.