The force of arms only reveals man s weakness.

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

Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.

The greatest distance in this World is not that between living and death, it is when I am just before you, and you don't know that I Love You.

The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song.

And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.

Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?