In all the languages in the world, there is the same proverb: "What the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't grieve over." Well, I say that there isn't an ounce of truth in it. The further off they are, the closer to the heart are all those feelings that we try to repress and forget.

Pity those who seek for shepherds, instead of longing for freedom!

The warrior knows that he is free to choose his desires, and he makes these decisions with courage, detachment, and - sometimes - with just a touch of madness.

They think they're normal, because they all do the same thing. Well, I'm going to pretend that I have drunk from the same well as them.

Each stone, each bend cries welcome to him. He identifies with the mountains and the streams, he sees something of his own soul in the plants and the animals and the birds of the field.

He knows that the most important words in all languages are the small words.

Sorrows do not last forever when we are journeying towards the thing we have always wanted.