My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

Dreams can never be made captive.

You can't cross a sea by merely staring into the water.

Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart . . .

Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do, become untroubled in its depth of peace, like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.