Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a true lover truly knows that he is loved.

When I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away.

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.

Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.

The danger inherent in all force grows stronger when it is likely to gain success, for then it becomes temptation.

The Great Morning which is for all, rises in the East.

Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.