In death the many become one; in life the one become many.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do, become untroubled in its depth of peace, like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.

A thorn can only be extracted if you know where it is.

That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.

Someone spilled the ink on the canvas. Now boasts: "I painted the night".