The flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever.

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

False hope is clung to with all one's might and main, till a day comes when it has sucked the heart dry and it forcibly breaks through its bonds and departs. After that comes the misery of awakening, and then once again the longing to get back into the maze of the same mistakes.

If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.