You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living.

I purified my lips with sacred fire that I might speak of love, but when I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself mute.

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

They say: 'If a man knew himself, he would know all mankind.' I say: 'If a man loved mankind, he would know something of himself.

But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody.

We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.