Love has to be…flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

Laughter is the language of the soul.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death Perhaps the world can teach us as when everything seems dead but later proves to be alive.