Compliments win friends, honesty loses them.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

Patriotism cannot be our final spiritual shelter; my refuge is humanity. I will not buy glass for the price of diamonds, and I will never allow patriotism to triumph over humanity as long as I live.

Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.

Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.

I have on my table a violin string. It is free to move in any direction I like. If I twist one end, it responds; it is free. But it is not free to sing. So I take it and fix it into my violin. I bind it and when it is bound, it is free for the first time to sing.

There is no "next" after you are dead and gone from your own world.