Life is the mistress to be wooed.

Your friend is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.

Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem

Learn the words of wisdom uttered by the wise and apply them in your own life. Live them - but do not a make a show of reciting them, for he who repeats what he does not understand is no better than an ass loaded with books.

The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.

When you are sorrowful, look again.