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

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.

We manage to swallow flesh, only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing we do.

The problem is not how to wipe out all differences, but how to unite with all differences intact.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

Languages are jealous sovereigns, and passports are rarely allowed for travellers to cross their strictly guarded borders.