These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.

Your love keeps me afloat but will remain the anchor in my soul... I don't really have words to describe how romantic I find that. Your love is what keeps me going, but it's also the anchor that keeps me close to you. I love it!

Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.

For many years, at great cost, I traveled through many countries, saw the high mountains, the oceans. The only things I did not see were the sparkling dewdrops in the grass just outside my door.

Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin