Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?

Laughter is the language of the soul.

The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.

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'?

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.