Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
The past is always with us, for nothing that once was time can ever depart.
We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.
I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things
The Great Morning which is for all, rises in the East.
My dearest life, I know you are not mine forever; but do love me even if it’s for this moment. After that I shall vanish into the forest where you cast me, I won’t ask anyone for anything again. Give me something that can last me till I die.