To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

Love gives beauty to everything it touches.

Dreams can never be made captive.

Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.

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.

The best kind of wealth is to give up inordinate desires.