On each race is laid the duty to keep alight its own lamp of mind as its part in the illumination of the world. To break the lamp of any people into deprive it of its rightful place in the world festival.

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.

We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.

By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.