Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

For man's greatest crime is to have been born.

And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives, Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake, How if our waking life, like that of sleep, Be all a dream in that eternal life To which we wake not till we sleep in death

No windows give a better view than those a man brings with him in his head, not asking for tickets of admission, since at all functions, festivals, or feasts he looks out with the same nice self-composure.

In this treacherous world Nothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the color Of the crystal through which one sees it

A good action is never lost; it is a treasure laid up and guarded for the doer's need.

Restless sunflower; cease to move.