You can't cross a sea by merely staring into the water.
Truth reveals itself in beauty.
The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.
The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.