Far happier he, who, young and full of pride And radiant with the glory of the sun, Leaves earth before his singing time is done. All wounds of Time the graveyard flowers hide, His beauty lives, as fresh as when he died.

Green makes me think of silence, or maybe it's loneliness. I get the feeling of a terribly distant star.

Something whose connection with human experience we cannot grasp is bound to be frightening.

It's a dangerous dog that doesn't bark.

Work seemed something fundamental for man, something which enabled him to endure the aimless flight of time.

Mankind, which has always been a part of nature, has reached a point where it is too much for nature to accommodate.

Year after year students tumble along like the waters of a river. They flow away, and only the teacher is left behind, like some deeply buried rock at the bottom of the current.