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

Where roads are made I lose my way.In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way.

Those who own much have much to fear.

The past is always with us, for nothing that once was time can ever depart.

To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.

Music fills the infinite between two souls.

The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.