And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.

The hours trip rapidly away, hiding their dreams in their skirts.

The thing which seems so glorious when viewed from the heights of the country's cause looks so muddy when seen from the bottom. One begins by getting angry and then feels disgusted.

Melody and harmony are like lines and colors in pictures. A simple linear picture may be completely beautiful; the introduction of color may make it vague and insignificant. Yet color may, by combination with lines, create great pictures, so long as it does not smother and destroy their value.

Whenever our life is stirred by truth, it expresses energy and comes to be filled, as it were, with a creative ardor. This consciousness of the creative urge is evidence of the force of truth on our mind.

The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself.

Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.