Do not blame the food because you have no appetite.

O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.

My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.

The weak can be terrible because they try furiously to appear strong.

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.

God, the Great Giver, can open the whole universe to our gaze in the narrow space of a single land.