If you allow your mind to carp at all and sundry, it will turn against itself: the majority of our sorrows are self-inflicted.
And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.
Plunge into the deep without fear, with the gladness of April in your heart.
The force of arms only reveals man s weakness.
The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.
My fancies are fireflies Specks of living light twinkling in the dark.