You are far, far greater than you know - and all is well.

Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.

And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree.

When you have solved all the mysteries of life you long for death, for it is but another mystery of life.

The strong grows in solitude where the weak withers away.

The lights of stars that were extinguished ages ago still reaches us. So it is with great men who died centuries ago, but still reach us with the radiations of their personalities.

For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks." Thus I became a madman.