What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?
sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.
Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities? Or will it not be a clarity between two dark triangles?
I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name.
Laughter is the language of the soul.
How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'?