Friendship with the ignorant is as foolish as arguing with a drunkard.

True love cannot be found where it truly does not exist, Nor can it be hidden where it truly does. Anonymous Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.

He who passes not his days in the realm of dreams is the slave of the days.

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

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable. You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons. Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.

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]

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.