Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.
My fancies are fireflies Specks of living light twinkling in the dark.
Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms
The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.
If you allow your mind to carp at all and sundry, it will turn against itself: the majority of our sorrows are self-inflicted.
It is in the very heart of our activity that we search for our goal.